Demonic Obsessions Novels & Stories

Emily scolded. After minutes of climbing the team of four finally reached underground. Chambers broke the descent, flashes of painted walls catching their light. First—bright colors: gods crowned in gold, kings lifted in triumph. Then darker—angels turning away, mortals bound in chains, eyes painted so sharply they seemed alive. The beauty bled into menace with every step. "Damn," Caleb exclaimed, staring at the walls. "They even inscribed death spells on the walls" Emily whispered. "Death spells?" Eric muttered, his voice bouncing off the stone. "That's comforting."

Stella was a shell of her former self, a broken and desperate creature, consumed by her obsession with the demon. Years passed, and Stella grew older, but her obsession never faded. She continued to summon the demon, continued to fuck him, continued to lose herself in his dark and twisted world. She knew that it was wrong, that she was destroying herself, but she couldn't stop. She was addicted to the demon, addicted to the pleasure and the pain he brought her. And so Stella's life continued, a never-ending cycle of summoning and fucking, of pleasure and pain, of obsession and despair. She was a slave to the demon, a puppet dancing on his strings, and she knew that she would never be free.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

So to defeat them the prey has to make the demon the prey instead, make it obey then use it's obsessions to imprison it forever! Not every demons are strong enough to withstand exorcism but the stronger ones can even manipulate the exorcist if they are not strong enough with their faith. The high ranked demons can smell fear, greed, guilt, doubt in a person and can use it against them, wether a man of God or just a person. "Okay that's a text from the Millennium Exorcist book of Old. I believe everyone here has something in their sleeves. Or would any one of you like to join me in there?." Constantine said with a smirk on his face.

fi lm and fi ction, many Christians think, for example, that demonic attacks occur in the form of hideous beings assaulting people, possessing them, and making green slime run down walls and stairs. While such events do happen, they are relatively rare among all the ways the demonic forces operate. Evil is insidious, a Trojan horse that destroys from within, degrading people’s thoughts, intentions, and will to lead the righteous life. Evil often operates through people, in the murder, mayhem, oppression, and violence people wreak on one another. Several years ago, in my introduction to my Encyclopedia of Angels, I affi rmed my belief in angels. I also believe in demons. One does not exist w

EMILY'S POV A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body. Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me. I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

It laughed, pushing against the invisible boundaries of the psychopathic lords mind. Darkous nodded, carefully turning his attention towards the demonic creature within his mind. “Perhaps, though either way, I want the pup to go with us. If Dorian has succeeded in making her obedient, then we should have no trouble. Although, if he had failed then I may have to force her, either way; the pup will come with us and fight. Or suffer the consequences for disobedience.” The demon chucked, the vile sound filling the psychopathic lords mind. “Yes, it should be interesting forcing her to kill someone, or at least injure her uncles soldiers. But, the bloodshed is always my favourite part, especially

I growl, shaking away the long swallow of thick, wanting spit that craves the fucking ambrosia I’d suck on for arcs if it didn’t mean damaging the perfect quivering little cunt my cock is legit jumping to get in. My Demon is clawing at the cage as bad as my leaking tip is at the bind of my pants. Fuck that. Last time he slipped his scorching leash, I rutted the female into oblivion, hoping it would mean that I’d be able to get over the homicidal urges I got whenever she was near me. This better be the transition that grows her self-scorching preservation! I swear to Sages.