Demon Painter Novels & Stories

“It seems my humble abode is too much of a comfort for you, as you seem to have developed a backbone. I can see that you need quite a bit of prodding from my side, and I’d gladly do the honors.” Four hours later see a bloody, battered Llearth and a sweaty Brandon in the cellar. The once pristine walls of the room are now splattered with blood and bloody images, as Brandon earlier received a stroke of inspiration to paint a picture of Llearth, using the lesser demon’s blood as ink. He attached the demon to a life chamber, one of his ingenious creations that could sustain the life of a supernatural being regardless of injury, blood loss, or disease.

In a hurry, I was preventing myself from leaving the surface because I knew it was my duty to examine my summons who would act as my arms, eyes, and legs in a battle. Don't worry, you'll be able to speak soon. Welcome to the team! Even though you were already in the team all this time! And next is. [Capra Demon-Mystic Rank] Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP-4000/12000 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-560. STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)]

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

He had a faraway look on his face and he was drooling like a dog. "How many times has it been? Ben is the tenth hunter who became like this after encountering that demon! Just what is she doing to them?!" Dante, one of the oldest hunters, and one of the leaders, angrily snapped. For as long as humans remember, they have been sharing this world with demons lurking around the world. They weren't able to do anything at first and they suffer their torture and abuse, but a group has finally had enough and trained. Thanks to them, more and more people are now fighting evil demons to fight for peace and they are called 'Demon Hunters'.

He put a cookie in his mouth and wiggled his fingers creating a pattern in the air made of smoke. “There are many demons in this land, and I don't mean here in Lutetia, I mean all over the world.” A drawing of the world map appeared among the smoke, but then disappeared. “I haven't lived long, compared to other demons I'm almost a teenager, but there are some things I know. One is that there are a lot of demons out there; they range from small guardians of the seasons to guardians of the true temples of the Astros. I am of a somewhat rare species, as well as being the only species that bears the name 'demon'."

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?"

They had to pick up Diana on their way. "They all have different killers. The four of them " The examiner on the right side started, on his badge was written, Dylan. He adjusted his glasses well on his face and then his nose mask. His white glove was a little bit stained with the blue pen he was holding. Right beside him were three other people. They seemed like students more like interns. They all carried a notepad jotting was the examiner was saying. He breathed in repeatedly as he scratches his forehead, "Something still amazes me" he continued, "three of the drawings, I mean the cross sign were made by the same person ". Anthonia eyes nearly popped out. "How is that even possible? " She

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

I mumbled. Small flecks of light shot from the deep, dark eyes of the tall and slender flesh and blood man who stepped out of the painting. It was such a subtle occurrence that, had not all of my senses been on the alert for him being a demon, I might have missed it. His sinister look was enhanced by the fact that he was dressed in black from head to toe. Even his hair was as black as night.