Demon From Insidious Novels & Stories

Dakota clearly heard the ominous sound and looked up, but there appeared to be nothing visible. His expression of astonishment had barely faded when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The true form of the entity slowly emerged from the confines of the Demon's Box—a colossal being shrouded in a sinister blood-red hue.

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

"Looks like you're not just a pair of tits with a pretty face on top after all," Diana's body tensed at the sound of that. Her dainty hands automatically clutching at Nicholas' shirt. Pulling him closer to her. There was something familiar about that grating voice. And as soon as she timidly peered past Nicholas' broad shoulder, her blood froze within her veins at the sight that greeted her. The demon. That horribly hideous demon was there, standing just a few spaces away from them. He had reappeared. She softly whimpered with alarm and horror, unconsciously burying herself even further into Nicholas' chest. Searching for comfort. Protection.

and I didn’t hear anymore crying. I slumped into the chair next to Alkin’s, thankful for the break. Alkin panted beside me, his chest heaving. “What in God’s name were those things?” “I don’t know,” I said. “But Salem must be behind this. That man said he saw Salem in his dreams.” Alkin’s head jerked up and down in an uneven nod. “Most of the crew had been sleeping. Sotirios must have come into their dreams and . . . altered them. I guess it’s true, then. He’s a Visceral Demon now.”

The beam of purest power zapped from Ella’s fingers and went straight through her Stepmother and then with a twist of her fingers the woman’s head ripped off and rolled to land beside her dead daughters. A deep chuckle came from the Demon, ‘You have been taught well little witch’ She turned to see a very handsome man watching her, his hair was jet black and his eyes so dark they were almost black too, he stood over six feet tall and had the body of a God, Hello Ella, I am Ansitif, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, little witch’ She blinked and looked around her and was stunned to see the room was empty, ‘What?’ You are not the only one with magic little witch’

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

“I’m very sure. The drug is extremely similar to the zombie drug reported to the bureau last month. “It’s not a regular needle. “It’s a puncture needle meant for the spine, where it’ll inject medicine directly to the central nervous system. “Only professional labs would be able to produce this.” When Mary heard that it was a zombie drug, she finally came around to her senses. She screamed and pushed Charlie aside. “You rascal! Where did you get this needle?” Charlie stumbled after Mary pushed him and started crying again. “It’s from daddy’s study! I saw daddy inject that pretty lady with it!