Demon King Of Salvation Novels & Stories

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

she smiled, and I chuckled. "Yeah, I have met him before." I joked, and she leaned into my touch. "Over there are: Arman and Ava, you met them when we visited the Dragon Vault." She said, and I nodded. I knew I had met them before, but somehow I couldn´t pinpoint where... "Dom and Aisling, he is the Demon King, and his Queen is Uncle Arran´s daughter -dragon-" she said, and I nodded, trying to get all the details in.

He thought there would be a counterattack from the troops of this world to fight back, but he did not expect that they had already fallen because they were shocked by who their own opponents were. "Is there really no choice?" asked the demon king, looking at his daughter lying in the ice chest. "Hahaha, they are completely silent and accepting of death. I really didn't expect this, even though I thought we would have to use a little violence to make them obey... is... is... is... It turns out I didn't need to." Said the man standing behind the ghost general. The demon king's gaze became gloomy again when he heard the man's words, and he knew that the man was a figure known as the 'spear king

“No contract. No promises of safety. Just a mutually assured destruction. You cross me, and your secret becomes the kingdom’s entertainment. You fail me, and I leave you to your fate.” Blood pounded behind my ribs. This agreement came at a price only shadows would accept. Not just any demon - this one wore a crown of knives. “And what do you call this… project?” I asked, my voice trembling. A hint of a smile appeared on his face, just then. Not kind. But electric. “I call it salvation,” he said. “For both of us. Do we have an understanding?”

"Your future husband is a demon. He became one as soon as he was cursed. He is popularly known as the shadow king. His winter magic has been replaced by shadow magic which can only be possessed by a demon. He would never be free from his curse, darling. Not even you can save him" Tears roll down my cheeks as I crumble to the ground, heartbroken. "Are you leaving with me or not?" He asks and I bite my lower lip, conflicted. I remember Albina's words clearly and she'd told me that I could still save him. Who should I believe? Who was telling the truth and who was lying? What do I do?

If the count was not met then even their lives won’t be spared. Dev knew that the Lord never go back on his words. He never take back what he says and killing is just a mere thing for him. The Demon King could even kill a hundred thousands of them without even batting an eye. How could she dare to refute him? Dev trembled uncontrollably. She had witnessed all those scenes so much that she no longer dared to question his supremacy. The room temperature suddenly decreased as the sudden surge of dangerous aura enveloped the throne hall. Dev banged her head on the ground repeatedly. No matter how many times she asked for forgiveness. Her friend would never be spared.

He could only tell that Evelyn, the new queen he had summoned, was showing a subtle sense of vulnerability at the moment. This puzzled Baymont. "The name of the Demon King," Evelyn said suddenly, "I want to know the name of the Demon King." "His Majesty, the Demon King, is the only Demon who has ever awakened the bloodline of the Old Gods; his name is the name of the Old Gods, and no one may call the Gods by their first names." Baymont paused for a moment and told her, "But the projection of His Majesty's consciousness in the human world is called Irzey.

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”

Behind him, his men poured in, their weapons lowered and their faces grim. “You killed the demon,” Salvador muttered, almost in a question. Killian swayed around and shrugged, “Yes, he has been sent back to hell, and this time it is for an eternal damnation. Salvador stared at Garam’s headless body for a long moment, then nodded in relief, his shoulders sagging in exhaustion. He raised his head, and his gaze softened when it fell on us. “You two saved everyone here tonight,” he muttered. Killian and I exchanged glances, unable to accept the praise.

After all, she was the one who saved him, sparing him from death. She was his life savior. With her thoughts settled, her surging anger subsided. She leaned lazily on the high seat while staring at the Demon King. "Tell me. Why did you show mercy to Whitney and the others? "Don't you dare tell me you like kids," Silvia questioned in a cold tone, cutting off any lies the Demon King would throw her way. Her long fingers crossed, and her gaze casually fixed on the nails she had especially done earlier just to meet Carl. "Do you think I am beautiful, Demon King? Are there many people in this world who are more beautiful than me?"