Demon Laugh Novels & Stories

It didn’t take him more than a second to realize the fear he encountered before, was something from the known. ‘How many ghosts were going to appear tonight?’ A penetrating sound echoed. Matt slammed his palms against his ears, looking further at the demon whose sewed mouth had been cut open, but the weapon was nowhere to be found. Gaping at what was thought to be the standard moment, he watched the unsealed lips turn icy cold and black, a humorless laughter flooded out from his pungent mouth, saliva being splashed at him screaming ‘deadly murder.’

The cries of warring demons, tortured screens and jeering laughter called from the depths. “Do you think you can hold me down forever?” The demon cackled. “I will be back at your father’s command. I will have you and your lovers bones on my throne.” His mocking laughter continued even after he began his forced descent into hell. The last of him was still that piercing laughter. I gasped for air, my legs giving way and crashing to the floor. “Phoebe.” Connor knelt down beside me, pulling me to his chest. “Thank the gods.”

“He is a liar and is deceitful!” The sound of someone’s loud and amused laughter. It came from Noir. “Funny…” Noir mocked. “Coming from you, Shaman. Aren’t you a bit of a liar too? Maybe you’re a demon as well. But in ugly clothing.” The demon giggled as his voice disappeared and only Abbadon’s presence remained. Laced with chaos and confusion, the sudden shock and fear as someone who was merely freed from a spell, from a nightmare would face a choice such as this. Life or death. Death of his own son, as he was given the chance to live again.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll.." He cut me off by laughing. No, I could've spoken more, but the sound of his laughter was what cut me off. I've never heard him laugh. Maybe a chuckle or snort at a joke from his sister but an actual burst of laughter from the devil's advocate? It's rare. It's almost beautiful. Almost. How? How does an incubus get to sound like that?

"The Demon Buffalo Sect in Black Mountain is here! Give me back the life of my son!" Manic laughter suddenly came from the horrible black clouds all over the sky. Demon bodies as huge as mountains loomed in the black clouds of Demon Aura and thousands of demons gathered around. The horrible light beam shot out of huge scarlet eyes, which resembled pools of blood, and finally fell on the ground.

He stared back without saying anything. She pressed her lips softly to his forehead. Then his cheek. "I don't peck monsters. So, as at this moment, you're demonstersified." He laughed. The skin around his eyes crinkled with happiness and Clea felt her heart swell. "Is that a real word?" "Yes, by my order." "Okay." She rubbed his cheek. "Besides, you're too handsome to be a monster." His lips twitched like he was holding back a smile. "Am I?"

And imagine the pleasure. Feet stomping has me alert and aware. The door opens up and in comes the devil. He has a shirt on, with a jacket. He also has pants that look too baggy for him, and the sinister smile of his. His feet are bare. I glare at him. He walks in slowly, pacing his way so he stands in front of me. Crouching down, he leans forward enough that I can smell the odor of blood rolling off him. "How's my little bird doing now that his legs are snapped?" he asks with a sadistic smile. His white teeth looked stained with red and gore. Ew.

"...Ha Ha ha..." "I must have been caught in sentiments," A beat later the demon laughed. He laughed in ridicule, rubbing his forehead. "If you were my son, instead of that dirty mutt's, I would have made you rule the Two Worlds." His smirk disappeared as dark blue veins bulged on his face. Laylin held her breath as Ambrose lunged at him. "No!" He swatted him with a hand, sending him flying miles away. 'THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!'

He shoots his hands forward and I swat them as he pleads, “Mari, please, you can’t ditch me” I scoff and sneer at him with grinning brows, “I just did”. I fold my hands after that, unwilling to talk to him anymore. This time, I hear cackles emanate from Zorien next to me and my gaze naturally averts to see him cackling cruelly at Ciel. “Is this your first couple fight? How elevating”. Oh, he’s laughing. The edges of his eyes crinkle with amusement, glimpses of his perfect dentition flashing as a fair expression blooms across his face. I stare at him, my attention swooning in uncontrollably as I stare at this laughing Demon.