Demonic Hierarchy Novels & Stories

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

If mum asks what happened to the door, I'd tell her it was burglars. THE BRINGER OF LIGHT. Outside, the earth was dark. But the sounds of the awaken could be heard. Telling the world that a new day was born. Lex still isn't seeing the connection. He has finally deciphered the message on the wall, but he saw no connection. HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD. BRINGER OF LIGHT - LUCIFER. THREE-HEADED DOG - HADES' PET. This was what Lex wrote on paper. His head ached. He wanted to know the link between these three things.

Alicia: the Goddess of the Fairy World. Damien: the God of the Vampire World. Hector: The former God of the Demon World, who once used to be a part of the Supernatural World. However, Hector’s evil deeds resulted in him being stripped of the title of God of the Demon World. Demons are the enemies of other supernatural kinds. “To be continued...”

"Indeed you do not deserve to be a mother or a living thing at all." ‎ perfection and turned him into the ultimate weapon!” ‎ ‎Vincent stepped into the light now, his voice cutting through the air like steel. “And you seem proud of your evil, hurting our son for years," "Indeed you do not deserve to be a mother or a living thing at all." ‎ The heavy double doors of the Salvatore mansion creaked open at dawn, revealing a woman wrapped in black silk and haughty disdain—Delilah Salvatore. Her heels clicked ominously against the marble as she strode into the dining hall like she still owned the place.

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

Dimitri hesitated, then floated ahead, wings flapping too fast for such a small creature. As they emerged into the Coliseum, the air shifted. Stone columns soared upward, tier after tier of beings in attendance. The lower levels, shrouded in shadows, housed her bound kin—demons, fates gone rogue. They snarled behind enchanted bars, their chains clanking in frustration. Above them, seraphim and dominions glittered like constellations. Light shimmered from their wings, and yet, not a single pair of eyes offered warmth. At the very top, near the arena’s edge, sat the throne. The Triune. Father. The Spirit. And her creator.

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

Ragan’s voice spread uniquely in frequency and volume until it reached the Daemon Domain. There, a blood-red eye noticed his voice. A massive head emerged, listened, and departed gleefully to report to its superiors. In the Daemon Domain, a strict hierarchy required reporting any event. Everything was reported to the family, then a course of action would be decided on by family elders, or reported to the tribe and decided by the tribal leader. Eventually, the upper leaders realized the signal originated from a domain they had failed to conquer twice. After brief communication among level eight and above daemon ancestors, they set out toward the spatial coordinates.

When Lucas remained thoughtful without saying a word, Amon began to explain the official hierarchy in the underworld. "Lord Lucifer and Princess Lola are on the top of the hierarchy. Under them, four ministers are employed and they have different jobs to take care of. As Minister Belial is a senior, he would usually take care of official matters if Lord Lucifer and Princess Lola are unavailable. Apart from him, Minister Abadon takes care of external affairs with the other worlds and he always accompanies Lord Lucifer. Minister Baron is the head of the security and war strategies. Minister Hebrew is related to finance. I think Minister Baron would help you with this issue. He is practical and

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.