Demon Murmur Novels & Stories

Sam's hand left my leg, and suddenly, my demon let out a piercing scream of terror, collapsing to the ground, his face contorted in agony. Confusion washed over me as I instinctively leaned back, scanning my surroundings for any signs of an attack. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!" The demon's agonising cry echoed through the air, assaulting my ears. "What's happening?" I asked, bewildered, desperately seeking an explanation.

A low, guttural sound, like a beast choking on rage, rumbled behind us. I whipped around. Damon. He’d been crumpled near the wall this whole time, unconscious or maybe just playing dead. But now… now his body was shaking. No, more than shaking, convulsing. His limbs jerked, his spine arched unnaturally, and I heard the sickening sound of bones snapping. Muscle tore, skin stretched. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream, his fingers clawing at the concrete as if trying to dig into the earth itself.

Instantly, he stilled to the voice just thundered in the entire floor. Fuck! Everyone around the emergency room yelped and gasped in shock. Then it went silent, except for the constant ear-splitting beeps and alarms of the machines, he didn’t realize it had been there before. Bryce gathered all his strength to stand up and face the demon from his nightmare. “W-with the doc—”

Richard's heart pounded as he stepped into the dilapidated hospital, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind him with a resounding clang. The eerie silence was broken only by the scurrying of unseen creatures in the shadows. He had heard whispers of the abandoned building's dark secrets, tales of supernatural occurrences and demonic possessions that sent shivers down his spine. Yet, here he was, drawn to the forbidden like a moth to a flame.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

Only the vibration rattles in my chest like something trying to claw free. More footsteps—big ones—shake the floorboards. I feel them before I see anything. I scramble backward on my palms, heels slipping in blood that’s starting to cool and thicken. My nightgown is soaked through; it sticks to my legs like a second skin. Three demonkin fill the doorway. Bigger than the first one. Horns ridged with iron spikes, skin the color of old bruises, eyes like furnace coals. One of them—the tallest—sniffs the air, nostrils flaring. His lips peel back over yellow fangs when he sees me.

“Seriously Noah, go away. I can handle it.” The demon lifted himself up and looked down at her. “If you need us, we’re outside. Just scream nice and loudly.” Serenity watched as the demon left, closing the door most of the way and she sighed, laying back against the pillow. Her eyes gravitated to the ceiling and she counted the rivets in the plasterboard. What was she going to see when she finally relived some of the demon’s memories? Were they going to be horrific? How long would it take her to fall asleep? Would she feel it coming over—

Desperation clawed at me as I rounded the corner, and for a brief second a glimmer of hope filled me at the sight of a familiar door. “Dad!” I screamed, my fists slamming against the wood. “Dad! Are you in there? I—I need help. There’s a demon in here!” The sound of rummaging came from the other side, followed by a few quiet grunts. The demon rounded the corner at the end of the hall and paused. It cocked its head, watching me with those crimson eyes. Why did it look curious? Fuck it. It didn’t matter what the thing was feeling.

I hissed. “I dare not.” His eyes darted to mine, then back to my fur. “I have to inform you… this resembles vitiligo. A depigmentation disorder. It is common among humans, and sometimes animals. But—” he paused, and his voice dropped lower, “I have never, in all my years, seen a demon with it.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You insult me. You think I came here for human diagnoses?” “It is no insult,” he replied quickly. “I tell you what I see. The skin, the fur—it loses pigment. There is no pain? No burning?”

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.