Demonic Origins Novels & Stories

he narrated in a voice characterized by gloominess. “The criminal who killed our sister was actually one of the lower gods who served in our palace. He took Vixen’s soul and offered it to the ‘The Only One’ in exchange for power and position in the council. Mother left her position as one of the higher-ranking officers and immediately called off the rebellion because she already lost her will to fight and fell into despair. But she killed the lower god who betrayed her to avenge Vixen’s death. The god of gods knew about it and exiled us from the god realm. Then that’s the time when primordial demons invaded Celestia as you used your time magic to summon them from 3,000 years ago. Those were

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

Sometimes, he considered how best to explain something that had been his reality for centuries but was completely foreign to us. “Demons are not all the same,” he told us. “That is where many people get it wrong.” We listened with rapt attention as he explained the distinctions. The biggest difference in demons was whether they were born as one or made into one after death. Natural-born ones were never human or another species like us. They included incubi, succubi, imps, djinn, and cambions. They were born and raised in the demonic realm. Not to mention that they could reproduce, form bloodlines, and they held more freedom within the realm.

The demon merchant kept his mouth shut, and Evelyn had to cut off another finger and throw it over before the other party continued to reply, "Simply put, it's those demons that originally lived in the Old Realm, in addition to the creatures exiled in by the New Gods, and even though the latter have already been fully assimilated, they are still different in essence." "Purebred high-ranking demons are already very rare, either they die and are divided up or they can't give up their power and refuse to give birth to an heir ...... The only purebred high-ranking demons I know of are Lord Mappa, Lord Croxell, the former Demon Lord, and the heirs the Demon Lord gave birth to. " At that, Evelyn s

And now… now the time was here. "Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone.

"You know this, Alpha Williams. I've seen the research that you're doing about the origins of your kind. You're closer to the truth than anyone else here." Everyone looked at Tristan. "You mean..." Tristan could not bring himself to form the words. He had some theories about their origins, yes, but Veronica seemed to be pointing out to the worst of them all. Veronica sighed, "Your ancestors, the original seven Alphas, were pride demons, noblemen in Hell. Stefano was one of them." Silence filled the room as Veronica elucidated on her revelation.

I said, “They had always been painted as malevolent creatures in the myths and folktales.” “They do.” Eolia took the ointment and began to massage it on my other bruises. “Originally, demons are not from our realm, Nyxdoria. However, a long time ago, some werewolves of this realm and the red demons from a far malicious realm came together to produce a new variation of creatures.

William continued but the bishop interrupted again. "Pestilence, Sadism, Hate, Fear, Wrath, Gluttony and Sloth respectively." The bishop paused "They aren't just demons, they are the princes of the devil, heirs to the supreme throne of hell. Always arguing on whom is suitable for the throne." He added. "You know according to mythology, hell has ranges and domains. Are these demons or princes part of them?" Amelia asked, she has been hearing a lot about hell and it related species not knowing they originated from it.

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...