Demonic Drawing Ideas Novels & Stories

“In the meantime, I have found a real clue.” He walked over and peered up at the cave wall. “Right, drawings made by some sicko.” “No,” she snapped. “It’s them.” She pointed up at an image of a monster standing over a dead body. It was holding up what appeared to be human entrails. “Them?” he whispered, staring up at the primitive drawing. “What do you mean them?” “I don’t know what they’re called,” she whispered. “But I think they might be demons.”

I had also noticed that even my painting flowed better when I had a bit of a buzz. I had slowed down an hour or so before dinner then ate quickly in silence and went back upstairs where I now sat staring at the canvas. The painting was of a large room where every dark corner was populated by some type of demonic creature crawling out of the darkness and reaching for the center of the room, they were coming from the floor and ceiling as well, each stretching their long claw tipped arms out towards the two figures kneeling in a small circle of light in the center of the room. The figures were on their knees hugging, trying to protect each other.

I needed solid proof where I could get an idea of what was running through his mind. The drawers carried nothing so I looked through the cabinets. It was the same as the drawers, hardly anything important. Suddenly, my gaze fell on the souvenir placed on the table. It was an angel with wings and I wondered what something like this was doing inside a demon's room. It was odd. I picked it up and suddenly, a hidden cabinet appeared. I was shocked but amused too.

He twisted the umbrella's handle and started to spin it, the black hole started to devour the hurricane. Sir Benjamin even has leisure time to give us a lecture, "That demon in front of us is a failed product comparable to a baby Archdemon. If it is given time to cultivate it might evolve into a half-pledged Archdemon." ...Archdemon? It was the first time I heard this term. Lucas seemed to know their existence. He was shocked. "...Archdemons only existed in legends but the Capital could artificially create them?" Sir Benjamin seemed pleased that Lucas was able to understand the situation.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

“There’s a lot of blood on the floor right, take that dead woman’s blood and draw a circle on the floor near it. There needs to be a line connecting the drawing and the woman. Do everything as I tell you to do.” “Okay.” Following the demon’s orders, I draw a circle and a star on the floor with fresh blood. I’m not sure why the blood didn’t bother me, perhaps because I was excited by something else. After I was done, it asked me to make some marking on it and I did exactly what she told me. After that it told me to put the baby’s body in the middle of the drawing I had just made and I did exactly that. “Okay,” It seemed a little excited, “Repeat after me. Exactly the same words. Okay?”

Clad in her usual gothic dress made of black lace and black stockings paired with black-colored wedge sandals. Maleficent’s long raven hair fell like waterfalls onto her back as she sashayed towards the dining room. The empty hallway that she walked past was decorated with paintings hanging to the dark-painted walls. The paintings depicted images of different creatures which were having a feast with the humans as food – at every apex of the center stood an image of a bat-like beast with a familiar-looking set of horns and pair of wings. Cent concluded that the paintings were the history of this mansion and were painted by her father. Aside from paintings, statues made of marble littered ever

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.

Adrian continued, "The drawings also say that it was the immortals who were victorious. Young and brave immortals had almost succeeded in sealing him away, but he managed to escape after sustaining severe injuries. Later on, the Creator was too afraid to appear. Instead, he created monsters and sent them to our world to kill the remaining humans. These monsters were snake men, walking skeletons, and other strange-looking demons. They were all cold, mindless beings whose only purpose was to kill."