Demon Maid Novels & Stories

said the rainbow-haired demon. "Me too," said the wolf-eared demon. His stomach even grumbled loudly as if to show its desperation, causing others, including the wolf-eared demon, to chuckle and make some jokes. Food was soon brought in by demon maidens, some of whom had animal heads, but their shapely curves, enhanced by their simple yet alluring outfits, were not to be overlooked. One of them, a black and light blue-haired female demon with a pig's snout and massive boobs that were barely covered in the provocative clothes she was clad in, noticed the two handsome human warriors. And so, without wasting time, she made her way to them.

Then an idea niggled me, to set a question from my dull head and give it to her solve it. But she's so intelligent that she could tell that the question isn't correct, therefore doesn't deserve a correct answer. Oh my God, Bella is so brilliant. Isn't she a blessing in disguise, she can just teach me this topic and every other topics I do not understand. But... But she's my maid. Even still, can't she just grant me this request to be my home tutor? Oh how can I ask her that? She's working here as a Maid and not a tutor.

"I'm afraid it's not a request, ma'am. The boss has given us clear instructions to bathe and dress you. We must follow his orders." I back away, feeling uneasy. "No, I won't let you. This is absurd." One of them reaches out to grab my arm, and I try to shake her off. But she holds tight. "We're not going to hurt you, Miss," the other maid says in a calm tone, but I don’t believe her. "We just need to get you ready for Mr. Demonio." I reluctantly give in and let them wash my hair and scrub my skin. I feel violated the entire time, like I no longer owned my body.

She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grace, I have to tell you something," Olivia started. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a while now. And I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to believe." Grace looked up at her friend, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What is it, Liv?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. Olivia took another deep breath and plunged ahead. "I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago."

When she left, I immediately wrapped a washcloth around the dagger and placed it behind my back. I did look like a princess, but not waiting for my prince charming. But my nightmare is waiting for me. Another maid was standing outside the door who was probably waiting for me. “My lady, please come with me.” She said politely, not daring to raise her head. STRANGE! It was totally strange how she was addressing me so politely because demons hate angles as far as I know. Then why? She showed me the way to the master bedroom of Dimitri. As I kept walking, I was slightly shaking.

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.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

I immediately knew that it was Isabella and I was happy she eventually summoned the courage to call me. I could tell that she was shy and tense on the other side of the call. She said, it's me Isabella, your maid. Hearing her still referring to herself as my maid, made me angry. I immediately corrected the situation, I told her she wasn't my maid anymore and she was now my girl and I could feel her smiling as she didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then she said “okay”. She was the cutest thing ever and I liked it so much.

Angela said and shed tears, pretending to be vulnerable in front of the king who concocted her and helped her to become a powerful demon. Satan moved his left leg and kicked the woman in the stomach, making her roll in pain. Blood came out from her mouth and trailed down as she looked up at his master. A demon never shed tears unless their master had banished them. The feelings Angela adored for her master were pristine and had them kept in her wings. “You tortured her. You made her bleed,” the devil growled and grasped the throat the way she had held Bella’s. Satan reached for her left wing with his free hand and tore it from her shoulder. Angela’s wide eyes showed disbelief and pain toward

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.