Demonic Origins Novels & Stories

Christopher glanced at Alayna who frowned and looked away under his gaze. "There's two ways for a demon to come about. First is birth, just like any regular child. There is a chance of a demon being born if at least one parent is a demon themselves. Then there is the second way, Christopher's way, the same way of the very first demon. To be consumed by Hatred, and Anger, so much that it begins to warp their very existence. Now this is the one time that a demon can become a mindless creature, if they have nothing holding them back, nothing that will compel them to hold onto their humanity, then they become a whole different kind of monster." Alayna was the one to answer the question. Christop

It was as if a veil had covered her mind, memory, and ability to think. "Just blast another of their headquarter again." It was the voice again, seemingly the continuation of the conversation fragments. This time, it was a female voice. "What the use? Dæmon's main rat hole is not easy to track. Even if you set fire on one of his headquarters, he wouldn't have cared." Another male voice again, but this time was lighter, and his tone contemptuous, laced with slight anger and mockery. "Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?"

" Magnus laughed while Harlow went back to drinking deeply, causing Stefanie to moan. "As for this darkness, it comes from an ancient source. Rumour has it that this was once a god, but we can't be certain of that because really we don't know much about this ‘god.’ But it is said that he was one of them that created us supernatural beings, but because of his evil ways, he made us vampires, witches and all other bad things. But then again, it could be those self-righteous ones who made it up." "So this darkness, it doesn't have a definite origin, then?"

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Then again I circled around the lotus pond, I played with the blooming flowers. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Continuation of DEMONOLOGY : [Birth of Satan / Creation of Satan.] When was Satan "created?" and where did the supernatural beings come from? is a human question in all ages. This question arises because the human experience with this cosmic force cannot be completely answered. In all ages man has tried to answer it. In Christianity and Judaism, the birth of Satan is associated with the origins of angels who were unfaithful to God. It is in the context of the angels' lives that the question of Satan's "birth" can be understood.

My blurry vision of a man shows a bright blue pair of eyes that calms like the sea. That man inches closer and bit my neck, I gasped for the last moment as I breathed the air. I lost all my senses. - The old tales said that the demon who came from the underworld choses the land as his domain, and monsters and creatures attacked the humans. It was then the hero with the help of the temple fought the evil creatures for peace. The Demon King fought hand in hand with the hero, with him having defeated and formed a contract instead and sealed his power for the peace of both creatures and living, thus the evil forces did not flee and stayed hidden deep in the forest. The hero and the temple founde

"He was here already, part of a group of demons experimenting with the reconnection. He met your mother at college and, well, the rest is what it is." Somehow I felt better knowing my mother hadn't had anything to do with raising my dad. "It takes blood magic to summon one, doesn't it?" Sass didn't blink or nod. Answer enough. "Does Mom know about this?" I hugged myself, feeling dirty just talking about it. Whatever power, presumably demon in origin, the church witches used on us, it lasted for literally generations. Sass looked away, eyes dropping to the book in his lap though I knew he wasn't reading. "Does it matter?"

well, forever as far as the ginger-haired no-fur knew. As far as he could tell the demons weren't even dissatisfied with ol'Blackie's leadership, just the fact that he was a Black-fur tom and not a demon. But again, why now? It was common knowledge the Black Devil was a tom. All the stories said it was for the sake of balance. And no one really knew or understood where demons came from. Were they twisted tom souls or what became of those who dabbled a bit too far in the dark arts?

“It looks like the opposite to me.” He had no idea what a Dema was, but regardless of everything, he still saw no reason why anyone should be murdered this way. Nimah’s eyes were closed. She was knocked out before being brought here. To the very place, their kind met with the great one, who bestowed upon them the powers. According to Damon’s Father, the founder of the Dema kind had saved a supernatural being that was one day in distress and so much pain, and in return, the being of beyond asked that he ask for anything. Gamba requested that he be powerful, unique, and untouchable, and it was so.

“And because, for once in their lives, wolves and Lycans actually agreed on something. And you do know they hate that.” He smirked. “You of all people should know that I’m indestructible now. Just like you.” He spread his arms wide, dark energy coiling around him like smoke. “We’re the same. The only difference is—I won’t suffer any consequences if I misuse my power.” “You don’t even know what you are,” I mocked. Damien’s grin faded. His voice dropped low, dark, almost calm. “Do you know where the devil’s ritual came from?” he asked. “We heard stories of its evil. But never of its good.”