Demonic Father Novels & Stories

I warned him but he already knelt in front of Khrystyanna with desire evident in his eyes. "If I allow you to drink my blood as well, will you be willing to be with me if you proved that my blood is way too superior compared to my son's?" 'This is madness!' Those three words are now imprinted on everyone's faces as they watch their father blatantly stealing Khrystyanna from Damian despite being officially married. Demons may have no morality or humanity… they still have limits that were engraved in their minds. But seeing their father breaking that limit himself, they felt how crazy their father is.

The single word crashed through the clearing like a thunderclap, silencing the chants instantly. Every head turned toward the source of the command—an elderly man who stood at the edge of the crowd. Despite his frail body, his presence was undeniable. My father’s triumphant smirk faltered, the corners of his mouth twitching with barely suppressed rage. “Elder Demon, why are you here?” The tension in his voice betrayed his fear. “Don’t tell me you’re here to stop me.” “Yes,” the elderly man replied calmly. “I’m here to do that.” Father’s composure cracked. “Dave,” he barked at his Beta. “Handle your old man or I’ll rip his head off!”

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

I wouldn't mind if he were covered in blood and all that shit for as long as I'd know he's safe. "How do you know?" I almost choke on the question as I try to force down the lump in my throat. "Well, during my journey, I met this weirdo who claims to be the father of the demon who's keeping Lenox alive," Dad explains and hisses. "Ouch, that hurts," he snarls at whoever is near him. "Not a weirdo, and I am the father of our children, be respectful." The rich, deep voice sends unpleasant shivers down my spine. The man sounds like a walking warning sign, so I take that has to be the demon father.

He continued. ​"W-what did they do? What happened?" I asked, confused. They were fine at my birthday celebration last night. Why are things like this now? ​"My father is a demon. I was one of the witnesses of how he made your parents crazy. He manipulated them, and if I'm not wrong, they're brainwashed. For the two years they stayed under my father's care, it wasn't easy. Dad used to give them missions like this; they kill innocent people. For what? For money and to obey my Dad. They worshipped him like a saint. Saint Demon, fuck him." That's probably why Dad's mood suddenly changed earlier. He was like saying sorry then... there it goes. Acting like a mad man.

Father stared back with an indescribable look in his eyes. What is this with this tension? “I have a life in the mortal realm already.” I politely said after coughing to dissolve the thick atmosphere that settled in. “Let’s stop talking about me. I wish to know what is going on as it is making me confused—really father. Really? Lev?” “Lord Leviathan is a beautiful demon, Crocell. I get where your father is looking.” Belphegor chuckled and Leviathan snorted. Father looked smug as he placed his hand on Lev’s waist.

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “He’s so damn hot. He never looked twice at me. My brother said it was the bro code and no one on his crew would ever touch me. Caine isn’t bad either but he’s scary as shit. You never know what that guy is thinking. I don’t think we want to know.” “Dante? Family?” I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and her grin widened before turning serious. “His father is The Father if you know what I mean.” “I don’t.”

Zarah held my arm, trying to calm me down. “No.” I raised a finger to warn her. “Don’t do this to me, Zarah. You’re like my mentor, my godmother, or something. You’re close to my aunt. Do you know what I mean? I need the truth. I can handle it. I’ve fought dangerous beings, and the identity of my father wouldn’t kill me, trust me. What is he? A demon?” “No.” She glanced at Samarah for a brief second and then looked at me. “Your father is a Seraphim.”

Vamurus said, "I know a little too much about her life. I'm not all bad, Dominus, I do care about people." Dominus didn't say anything anymore. After minutes of talking about unnecessary stuff, Vamurus left. Dominus covers the Mansion with a spell again. His father was cunning, and he wouldn't take chances. Silence crammed the room as Dominus anticipated what to say. He took a deep breath and began. "My mother was a human, strange human actually, and my Father is a…Demon." Anne interrupted. "You said 'was', is she…" "Dead, yeah." He nodded his head. "They had Vamurus two years after I was born. My family is kinda complicated."