Demonic Drawing Ideas Novels & Stories

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

I would hate to be tied here longer than I need to. Across the empty hall, double doors stood high and proud, made of brass that had intricate designs and carvings embedded into it; I saw a man and a woman in questionable positions, so raw I had to look away to stop the blush that was spreading all the way to the back of my neck. A great raven was in flight cawing down as some men burned in a fire. I saw majestic horses and men riding them, descending from the sky and in the chaos beneath their hooves. The carvings told a story; one I had no time to decipher because Wrath threw open the door and all the chatter behind it ceased.

Dhampirs could live well into the 300’s, longer even than some vampires thanks to their ability to wield the 4 elements, Earth, Wind, Fire and Air. Bethel moved to Seraphina’s side and began artistically plating the fruits Seraphina was delicately cutting. Bethel glanced at Seraphina and kissed her teeth “Our Master should really give you another dress, the fabric is barely clinging on! It is far too indecent for a young lady to wear! No wonder those pigs are constantly ogling you”, she ended with a tutt.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

I picked it up and studied it. Black and red; it must have been made from cooled magma or something. A pentagram design drew my eyes first and an unreadable, infernal script covered the band. I could tell Kenton thought it was awesome, but he knew better than to voice that opinion in front of me. Meanwhile, Roderick examined a bookshelf. There weren’t many tomes in it, but it had caught his attention. He ran his fingers along the spines and tilted his head to read the titles. “Books on Demonology,” he muttered.

While Virando was still chit-chatting with some of the senior demons over there, Sumico spent her time by taking a look deeper and more conscientiously at the carved pictures on the gigantic stone, about the famous and well known urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’ in the demons-realm. Thinking about something seriously and contemplating something deep and serious in her mind, Sumico frowned her forehead and fractionally squinted her pair of eyes. There were several pictures carved on the gigantic stone right in front of Sumico. First, Sumico saw a picture of heart symbol. Then she saw a picture of Virgo zodiac symbol. Then, there was also a picture of womanhood symbol – a circle with a cross d

Scarlet streams trickle from trees gouged like the bellies of their prey, canine fiends bare their teeth, their growls like black thunder, facing these soulless demons smeared with the blood of many. Bodies drop with screams still rattling inside their rib cages, demons devouring with rage that can never be quenched, their hearts ripped from their chests, veins slit, arteries torn mercilessly out of still warm flesh. Creatures created from pure insanity that breed nothing but anger, fear and despair, children's corpses torn apart, their skulls shattered. Snapping of jaws still slimed with internal juices,

I turned to face her and followed my gaze to where she had it: the ceiling. It was a mixture of the day and night sky, the sun, the moon and the stars were mixed with the gray and white clouds, it was something beautiful, the most beautiful painting I had ever seen. “She was a great artist. I didn't reply, but he was absolutely right. I found a small folder compared to the paintings, where there were drawings with charcoal and others with pencil. One better than another. It seems that he really likes to draw landscapes, animals, castles, angels and abstract things, and the occasional demon. The latter were impressive, truly terrifying if they existed.