Demon Hatred Novels & Stories

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

“With every single rib of my body, Miss.” Traces of tears found their way to my eyes. “There was a demon with me who was always busy hurting me. He was abusive and really disgusting. I hate him so much.” Even at his mention, I felt really disgusted. Hatred had crept me up. I never wanted to remind him. He was a monster. One of the worst things of my life. He nodded and pulled me in his embrace. Stroking my hair, he hugged me tightly. “I know. It was really hard for you, wasn't it? I am sorry."

Helen asked, finally snapping out of her shock. “Because it would stand to reason that a man who either hates half of himself because of what it is or hates his father for abandoning him because it’s clear that his mother married someone who was not his father that he would have a chip on his shoulder. Taking it out on all supernatural creatures would make sense if he discovered that he was a demon and somehow blamed everyone supernatural for whatever he hates in himself or his father.” “That does make sense,” both Randy and Helen agreed. “I suppose none of us are getting close enough to the Huntsman to ask him whether it’s himself or his father that he hates,” Helen said.

They were not of the same and could not be mixed as one single thing. But now, most people had already regarded the two as one thing, especially ordinary people, who were full of hatred and fear for Demons. They thought that Demons were brutal, bloodthirsty, treacherous, and deceitful. In fact, they were not. Most Demons were very friendly, who also had feelings and hoped to coexist with human beings.

Cracks that started before Louis. Godric eyed the demon. He was so hateful. There was no pity in Louis look at the death of his subject. All Godric saw in his eyes was coldness and hatred. He got goosebumps. He felt it, he felt it clearly. The hatred of Lucifer. It went through his marrow and bone. Even the world felt this hatred, this dark aura, which was even stronger for Godric than usual. He didn't know what made Louis hate so, had no idea what had happened then. But there was a different feeling that spread in the father.

“You’re wrong...” “I DIDN’T LOVE YOU! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!! WHY WOULD I LOVE SOMEONE WHO KILLED MY MOTHER?!!” “What?? W-What are you t-talking about? I didn’t kill anyone...” I swear, I didn’t kill anyone. He’s mad at me? I do not know why and I am confused by what he said that I killed his mother. I can not kill a person... I can’t do that. “Don’t lie to me, Eunice! I hate it when someone lying on me! You’re such a demon!!” I bit my lower lip, did I hear it right? H-He call me d-demon?

But, the devil found his son, and raised him to be a proper demon. Life as a half-demon and half-human wasn't an easy one for Lucas. The other demons always made jest of him, reminding him everyday that his human mother rejected him, and that he had no place in hell. This caused Lucas to be mad with rage, and he hated humanity. As a result of this hatred for mankind, Lucas went on a killing spree, crushing everything that lay in his wake. He destroyed dozens of villages, and even killed those of his kind. This continued until the demons and other supernatural beings feared him so much that even the whispers of his name rained terror on them.

She looked up into the eyes of the man that was now something more and weakly groaned out, “I still hate you.” Young gave her a devilish smirk and replied, “I know lil mama, but that means you also still love me. Ain’t that right?” He quirked his head at her, regarding her fucked out form. Asha turned her head away, unwilling to satisfy that question with an answer she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. She was both grateful and resentful of his return. He’d damn near destroyed her as just a human, she was scared to find out what he do now as a demon.

And he had been dreaming of a no fucking way it's gonna happen future. Fuck. He loved him, too. The fire started to dissipate. Doll wasn't sure what to expect when he could finally see but it wasn't the demon curled up in ball next to a stricken-looking Hades. "You don't love me anymore!" The demon was wailing. "I fucking hate you!" Hades's eyes were bloodshot. "I'm going to fucking destroy you!" His paws were in fists. Doll moved fast. "There's no need for that. It didn't work. I'm still here."

This era was just this cruel. “Should I hate the Demon Slayer?” He couldn’t help but question himself in his mind. “No…., he was just fighting for his life, the way I and a host of others on the ship are doing.” “Should I hate the Neo-Rome Empire?” “Yes.” He already hated them immensely. All these people and organizations are not the real cause, the real cause is the big 5 and the cruel system that they introduced into this era. “I will not cry nor wallow in sorrow. Instead, I will allow this hatred to fuel my ambition to overthrow the big 5 and to restructure this cruel system.” He pledged to himself in a determined tone.