Demonic Drawing Ideas Novels & Stories

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

But would Zukira want to change into a demoness? Art by me

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.

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

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.

Others had scriptures tattooed across their shaved heads, old prayers written in languages that looked as if they might cut the tongue that spoke them. And behind them, filling every shadowed arch and rising tier, stood the creatures of Hell itself. Demons with skin like polished obsidian, like ash, like deep blue stone, like molten copper. Creatures with antlers instead of horns, with tails coiling around their ankles, with eyes glowing green, white, violet, red. Some were beautiful enough to look carved from temptation itself. Others were monstrous in ways that made beauty seem like a childish concern. Scales, feathers, fangs, claws, smoke-veiled faces, living shadows and halo-like rings o

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'."

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.