Demon From Hell Novels & Stories

"Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared." "You . . . you never act this way with me," Win whispered, looking away. The young man's shoulders had sagged down and his eyes carried a sorrow that Adom hadn't seen since that first night when he'd confessed his intentions to die in battle. Adom hated that look on the Angel face—hated himself for putting it there. "And you're an expert, now?" he asked harshly. "After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Demon ! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!"

The demon was thrilled for two extremely powerful spiritual pressures coming after him, and he'd been wanting more excitement ever since his last brawl against Hayze. The excitement trickled away when the demon turned around, disgusted to see two black women as his opponents. "Sending monkeys after me is one thing... but just tell me ya ain't that Tubman monkey." The Hooded Demon's deep accent expressed hatred, his red spiritual aura began to expand with his anger. "I was expecting that boy from last time." Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves.

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo

All the Hella copies disappear and the real Hella gets knocked down to the floor by a stone in her belly. I start walking towards her and she shouts in panic, ''Demon’s attack.'' A dozen demons emerge and come at me. I put my hands together and then throw them to the side, a purple light erupts, and a ring of light burns all the demons. Hella starts to crawl back from fear. I command the stone to shape around her feet and trap her. She keeps throwing fire at me, but it gets weaker and weaker. I can just brush it away with air. I am standing in front of her now looking down on her. I let purple witch fire tickle her feet and say, ''From fire and destruction you are born and to fire you shall

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

He grabs the creature by its neck, lifting it entirely off its feet. From the doorway of the grand hall, two other demons appear, instantly bowing on one knee before Helion. “Forgive our intrusion, Your majesty. We only wanted to see the being who could break your curse,” the say in unison. “You do not get to see her or touch a single strand of hair on her head,” Helion says, his voice is barely recognizable, laced with a terrifying, demonic venom. “If any of you tries anything stupid, I’ll show you exactly why the devil himself is afraid of me.”

Also, whatever it was, was it normal? I waited until I got home to transport between realms, and I entered Hell just in front of my home there. Black and gray walls on the outside, two stories, modern aged Victorian style to keep up with the theme of where we were, “Hex,” I summoned the small demon and he appeared a moment later. “Lord Damien,” he greeted with a bow. “Walk with me,” I said as I began to make my way from my home down the road of hot coal towards Uncle Lucifer’s mansion. “You have a partner, right?” I asked and the demon’s eyes narrowed.

Like a true monster in the closet. Though, let me explain this to you first. Down in hell, a demon is a creature that possesses no face, no noticeable feet or hands; it is a thing that hovers like an ominous black cloud over your shoulder. But, you put a demon on earth, well, there will be no way that you could see the difference. He shall, however, need to fill his craving for flesh. Why father made them that way, I always thought he was having a wicked bad day. As for the soul part, well, that is their main part. They are created to take and leave nothing. So, finding him, for me, will not be impossible, for I will know what deaths I shall be looking out for. Therefore I am counting on hav