Demon From Insidious Novels & Stories

But the memory plays in my head again and I feel too nauseous to get any amusement from it. “Well, Kaeden, we have a lot of things to tell you, none of which are in any way good.” Cressida, a high witch says. “But I must start with a question. Your father has, in all his years, committed several unspeakable atrocities, but none of this… well, this level. Do you have any idea what could have inspired this?” “I am afraid I might,” I admit. “My father has apparent relations with demons.” “Lamashtu demons.” Dolores says. “We are aware of a certain Scyla who has been playing a heavy hand in securing his immortality.”

The demon materialized behind him, visible now to everyone: obsidian skin, ridged fourteen-inch cock throbbing upright, horns gleaming in candlelight. The congregation screamed. Some fled toward the doors, locked now by invisible force. Others fell to their knees, crossing themselves frantically. The incubus ignored them. He gripped Damien’s hips with clawed hands and slammed home in one brutal thrust. The priest’s scream echoed off the vaulted ceiling, raw, ecstatic, profane. “Forgive me… Father… for I have sinned…” The demon began to fuck him in earnest, long, punishing strokes that made the altar shake. Each ridge dragged mercilessly over Damien’s prostate, battering it without mercy. The

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

The demon lowered down until its red heels touched the floor. The camera suddenly straightened and even focused on Dorothy’s face. In split seconds, the lady was already behind her. Dorothy’s crying eyes widened when the demon clutched her shoulders. Her face wrinkled as the demon’s sharp nails pierced deep in her flesh. The demon leaned over her ear and we could only see her lips layered with deep red lipstick. “I want it all...” the demon whispered before licking Dorothy’s ear. It dragged her by the hair and slammed her hard on one of the chairs.

I could see our opposite auras pushing each other away, but neither was winning the invisible battle. I inhaled the cold, stale air of the desert before proceeding to speak, "Hmmm... I just heard the call of my Emperor. Do you know what He named me now?" Raphael had a tensed look on his face. He must have found my new appearance rather...threatening. His head shook slowly, not believing what I had just become. "No... you can't side with the Darkness!" he yelled, "Aeshma!" "ASMODEUS! Call me by that name!" I quickly interjected, clenching my hands into a tight fist and glowing my eyes red. "I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell."

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

She stood from the bed and started to pace the room, her blonde pigtails fanning out behind her. "Lately there's been weird demon-like activity around New York. Mortals going missing, bodies turning up days after, mangled and blood-stained. The mortal police think it's homicide, but we think it's not. It's definitely the work of a demon, presumably a Greater Demon, as far as our Sensors can tell. We also began to notice a weird but consistent demonic presence around a particular girl in New York" Cassie stopped to glance at Maddie, then continued pacing "We took your blood when you were asleep and tested it. You're not a full demon, Maddie. There's still a human aspect of you. What this mean

“You shouldn’t be here.” The voice said, and I felt pain in my heart, head and everywhere else. It was the Sirion! A knowledgeable demon from the dark forest that captures one’s soul and enslaves it to his will. One of the many things I knew about this beast was that it wasn’t real. His powers hinged on hallucinations. The moment he took control of your mind, he could destroy you from the inside out. Another little detail about this particular beast was that it wasn’t a stranger to me.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.