Demon Magic Emperor Novels & Stories

A realization dawned on her almost instantly. “Black mana.” Black mana! The corrupted mana used the blood of sacrifices. The ritual of the demon. In other words, black magic. “Correct. So, what is the method to extinguish the fire?” “Pure magic.” Shadow shook her head. “Just magic, in general. But, pure magic is extremely good as well.” In other words, pure magic was expected to be used in this situation. “I see…” She said slowly. As an elf, who lived secludedly with nature, the mana bestowed upon her should be the greatest. Elves were great with nature which was also supposedly pure. Hence, elves used the power of nature. Without a doubt, the fire could be put out by her.

The air vibrated as roars of the thunderclaps followed every zaps of the bolts of lightning. Damon’s gaze lingered to the one of the statues in front of the imperial palace grounds. Standing tall and proud, the seven demon forms of the seven demon lords stood. At the apex of the cluster of statues depicting the seven rulers of the Malevolent World was the horned and crowned demon king, Lucifer the Prideful, who was sitting at the throne made of flames. The closest demon lord to the demon king was a winged and horned demon, Grand Duke Beelzebub, which was shown in the statue as someone who was encasing the seven demon lords with his gigantic wings as if he was the pillar of the seven. Damon,

The Divine Holy Emperor said smilingly, “I’m impressed by you too, Thea. I heard that those who consumed the blood of the Four Holy Beasts would have Demonic Energy in their body. Let’s compare our Demonic Energies today and see who’s better.” The Divine Holy Emperor was very conceited. He cultivated Demonic Energy and practiced an incomplete version of the Curse Magic. Although Thea had displayed great strength, the Divine Holy Emperor was confident he could defeat her. He was excited at the thought of playing with her after his victory.

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.

The report presented prompted His Majesty to issue an emergency court session. The Emperor’s eyes swept over his court, first gazing at those who remained calm and compared those ‘respectable’ imbeciles arguing amongst themselves in the middle of the court. He let out a long sigh as he resisted the urge to massage his temples. “I should have thought this through before summoning this entire lot of them.” He thought to himself regretfully. The ministers, generals along with their commanders are discussing possibilities of enemies identities, listing down all threats to the nation to the point it was becoming ridiculous! How could a beast straight out of ancient folklore appear as their enemy?

If Wilbur and the old man were here, they would be able to tell at first glance that the merfolk's emperor, Ramos, who had never shown his real face this entire time, looked just like Demon from the dungeon. Demon was actually a clone of Emperor Ramos. Wilbur had blown Ramos' clone apart with the power of light just now, and the six wisps of miasma had returned to Ramos' body, meaning that Demon was now back in Ramos. The merfolk emperor stared at himself in the mirror. "F*ck! I can't believe you're back."

Holly stares at him horrified, “What are you doing?” Zeus points at the symbol, “The demons did this to the Magister because they were trying to perform a ritual to get inside that door. I believe Magister Ember did one of the most ancient and powerful light magic spells that exist. When she gave her life and sacrificed all her life light she made sure the door was protected and no one could get in. She gave her life to protect whatever is behind that door. The demons probably gave up after a while because her light magic was stronger than their dark magic.”

"Surely, you've heard of their existence-" "No, Master Miller!" Scarface screamed, but calmed himself and continued, "Pardon my rudeness, however, that person is not a demonologist. Demonologists summon demons to fight for them. These demons' fires are also green or purple depending on their rank, b-but that mage…" "What about him?!" Marcus couldn't help but raise his voice. Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him.

Naturally, the owner of the question was the Nine Netherbird in his body. "The Immortal Emperor has all sorts of methods. Each one of them is a rare sinister attack. If my guess is correct, the existence here should be a creature called a demonic soul... it is completely silent. Moreover, it is difficult to find. Only a demonic soul has the ability to do this!"

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."