Demon In Suit Novels & Stories

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

The demon—because there was no mistaking what he was—looked like every dark fantasy I’d ever had made flesh. Tall, easily over six feet, with a build that suggested lethal strength wrapped in expensive tailoring. His suit was immaculate, black on black, perfectly fitted to broad shoulders and a tapered waist. But it was his face that made my mouth go dry. Devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. Sharp cheekbones, full lips curved in an amused smirk, and eyes—God, his eyes. They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black.

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."

“Not unless they’ve got another handsome idiot around here in a suit and perfect smile.” I laugh, though it doesn’t last. The air feels heavier with every step, and the sensation of being watched digs into my skin like invisible needles. Demon notices it too; his eyes—always defiant—now scan the narrow alleys and low rooftops with a tension he tries to mask under that cocky attitude of his. We turn the corner and find an old man blocking our path with a crooked cane and a stone-like expression. Demon, with that charm of his that’s half seduction and half provocation, tries to pry something out of him.

Holding up her palms, Juliette held me there, not attempting to pull me apart any further, but keeping me locked into the pain. Ethan howled with rage and the demons took a step forward, closing in on him as he raised his hands and picked off the closest one – clearly the bravest and most foolish of them all. The demon – a tall, stocky guy with tanned skin and a shaven head - had advanced with a smug grin, only to find himself thrown up into the air like he was someone half his size and catapulted across the room, where he hit the wall with a sickening thud and crack of bone.

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

My demon has been restless, fighting a battle of dominance with me. It wants to be let out but I have been able to contain him otherwise, Susan would not even be standing here right now, she would have been already passed out because as I already made known, demons never stop until you are passed out, until every ounce of energy has been sucked from you. ‘Yeah, we definitely should move out haha.’ I say as I turn off the water. ‘Mmm I could get used to this all my life.’ Susan says with a sigh as she drapes her arms around my neck.