Demon From Hell Novels & Stories

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

His red eyes fell on me, and warmth shone in them. “You mean you come from the Underworld? Like the Devil and all?” I asked, my curiosity overrunning my tiredness. He left a low chuckle, “Yes. Though, there is no Devil. There are several ranks, like one in packs or armies. I am a demon from hell if that’s what you all earthlings say.” My jaw dropped. A demon? Like the Lucifer shit? “Woah! But how could that be possible? I mean… it's hard to digest.”

"Or in a simpler term, praise to the 'god' Mammon, one of the seven demons of hell responsible for humanity's greed and its most selfish and grotesque desires. This demon is called upon by those who want to be above everything else, no matter how. Because you need to understand this, demons are everywhere, but they appear when they are called or summoned. Everything you've heard about demons or possessions doesn't happen just because. It's because they are called by mortal souls with dark hearts. "How many demons exist?" Saying that the snow-haired one wasn't scared would be an understatement. The information his friend was telling him was so overwhelming that he was trying not to break int

Hellion called out panicking as she tried to shook his shoulders. “Xegris! Xegris! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop this! I don’t like this!” Hellion sobbed as the Demon just looked at her with his crimson eyes filled with warmth. He slowly stroked her cheeks as the fingertips fade bit by bit. The demon smiled as the every drop of his tears felt like a endless shed of love. “I love you.” The demon choked as he body slowly disappeared in the wind. “At least, remember that after you finally woke up.”

Didn’t dare slow down. But as she leapt over a pit, her footing slipped. She crashed to the ground, scrambling up only to find herself surrounded again. The demons smiled darkly. "Unmask. Now. Or die." "Go to hell," Jo spat. "We are from hell," they chuckled. Suddenly, a howl split the sky, clear, piercing, powerful. The demons froze. "We don’t have time. The puppies are coming," one muttered. A blur of white and black slammed into them: Dante.

It was definitely Helion. The moment we turned the corner, what I saw sent terror surging through me. Helion was halfway above the ground. Large black wings stuck out of his back on each side. His eyes were pitch black, his voice was deeper and more resonating than usual. He truly looked like the demon he was called. I was stunned, but I wasn't scared. He had his back bent backwards while he chanted. I knew he was definitely letting out immense power from his body.

I asked and laughed in disbelief. "Don't believe me?" The voice purred in amusement and suddenly it felt like my heart was burning as screaming sounded from near me. "I am from Hell itself. I'm the demon that comes in the night and gives mad dreams- the demon that follows the insanity trails and the tortured souls. I could feel you crying out all the way from Hell~ You summoned me." I blushed and closed my eyes tightly. "Hell is true?" I asked softly, scared out of my mind now.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

One day, earth itself , Would bow to its Lord and Ruler, The dark side, That threatens all of humanity. Be wary humans, Hell is come, And hell is come to stay. Hell fire and damnation, For power, Has indeed changed hands. Hell is come... Battle of the Demons , year 2018.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."