Demon Voice Novels & Stories

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"

Of course, since the thing that cut his tongue was a mystical weapon with a black series demon spirit inside, a demon spirit at the level below the spirits of hell generals was the same as the demon spirit in Alexis' mystical weapon, which was also a black series. The sound of explosions crashes and the howls of the werewolves continued to be heard along the way. Reinhardt didn't budge a bit, even though it sounded scary. "Of course, Damien's voice as he transforms into Dracula's form is a hundred times scarier than these voices." sure in my heart. And that is an undeniable fact. Because when Damien spoke in his Dracula mode, a single word he uttered always overlapped with hundreds of voices

Before the horns, the red skin, and the ugly jagged teeth. It was monstrous. “Hello, Lady,” the creature said. Its voice was deep and eerie. This is how a demon is supposed to look like, right?

"She actually sat on Niederhogg's back, how wonderful!" One high, one low, one heavy, one soft voice chirped and staggered, and Evelyn looked halfway around the room before she realized that the two voices were coming from the palms of the young demon's hands - two mouths growing from each of his palms, spitting out their tongues and frantically licking up the juice dripping from the purple fruit. "Hello oh mother." The young demon smiled up at her, revealing rows of jagged teeth, and said, "My name is Sagon. According to human custom, I should call you that correctly, right?"

A speaker on the bottom crackled to life. The voice that came out wasn't the Dante I knew. It was distorted, layered with a digital growl, sounding more like a demon than a man. It was the sound of a heart failing and a machine taking over. "Touch... that... vial... and I... burn... his... city... to... the... ground..." the voice rasped, the words breaking apart in a static-filled hiss. I froze as the drone moved closer, the indigo light scanning the silver bruise on my neck.

But what if there was something here that I didn’t want answering me? I stayed rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on a spot. Was I tripping? Losing my mind? My fingers trembled against the back of the chair, my breath shallow and uneven. The storm outside rumbled, masking the silence for a moment. I would have missed it if I wasn't listening intently. The voice sounded like what one would imagine a demon's voice to sound like. Hoarse and deep. Almost like a whisper carried on the rain. “You have nothing to fear…”

“I’m flattered. I didn’t realize I was such a powerhouse.” The voice laughed, and I had to admit it was creepy. It bounced off the stone walls in a sick echo that made me want to drop to my knees and cover my ears. It knew this, I was sure. Demons know all of the tricks. They know all of our human reactions. I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

Emphasis on alone. I knew I harbored a demon, it's time for me to embrace it. Demon, what's your name? I asked, not really expecting an answer. I'm one, I'm all, I'm no one. Why do you summon me? The demon's voice reverberated in my head like cackling thunder. I had to hold my head to keep myself from falling off the bed and causing a ruckus. It was still too early to be awake, 3am to be precise.

The Demon leader said in a roaring voice? “Let me through, or this will be the last of you, you filthy demon.” Emma said strongly. “How dare you speak to me in such a manner?” Suddenly, three odd looking beings appeared in front of her. They had eyes on their hands on their feet, and one wing on their backs. These beings had one eye but on the forehead. They had hands that were as sharp as knives, and their sight alone was enough to cause Emma to break down in fear. Suddenly, her ears began to catch whispers of a voice that she had never heard before.

Satan growled to the person. “Hahaha, being a king for a long time, your tail has grown long, Satan. But you can’t be me. I have a lot of Demons and Devils equally powerful as you, but I prefer you most, you know what I mean,” the voice dominated Satan in his realm. Over his body, lots of snakes were crawling, as well as his tail was longer than Satan’s. He had three heads.