Demonic Poems Novels & Stories

“Even if I make a deal with a demon, I won’t let them trample on me.” That night the wind carries and blows the hatred of Veta to the evil.

“My Demon Father, Asmoday Hallowed be your name, Your kingdom come, Your Legion come, On Magica as in Demon Realm. Give us today your demonic blessing. Help us to take revenge on those who gave pain against us Lend us your strength And deliver us from dragons and the holy spirit. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours, Now and forever.”

The power gathers to a peak, and I feel myself teetering on the edge of something huge and beyond my understanding. “From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.” “Fuck you!” I scream, unleashing the tidal wave of energy in one terrible, devastating tsunami. Wind whips through the cemetery. Amos lets out an inhuman screech as the roots and the mud suck his form down into the water. I watch as his wild, pale face disappears into impossible depths, something beneath the swamp itself.

Oscar’s scream echoed with the sizzling fire. “I’m a demon.”

The four exchanged strange looks and hushed words. “I’ll try to say it as simply as possible,” Demeter said, folding her hands on the table. “You’re one of the two Children of Iniquity, the Child of Darkness. A malevolent creature of evil that appears in our world once in a while.” ‘Me? A malevolent creature of evil? That’s not possible. There has to be a mistake somewhere.’ She wanted to argue. She wasn’t calling herself a saint, but evil wasn’t a word she would associate herself with. She tried to be at peace with all people, no matter how annoying they were. Sweetheart? Yes. Nice? Also yes. Pushover? She didn’t like admitting it, but sometimes. But evil? No.

“You hide in your towers while your people starve to death. You think killing me fixes the rot in this world?” Images begin to slam into my mind with the force of a physical assault. The demons in the crossing through the crack in the barrier...into the realm I see a mother in a dark hovel, weeping as she poisons her own children to spare the pain of having a demon do it I see a starving man beating another to death with a jagged rock, his eyes wild and animalistic. I see him skinning the man. I see him cooking the flesh over a meager fire...He was to sacred to go out into street because of the demons

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo

“Demons don’t do banquets…” “They don’t?” Luisette was surprised. “No, demons are ruthless and solitary, all strive constantly to outdo each other and gain more power and status over the rest…there are constant battles, challenges and feuds. A banquet would just end in a massive brawl with at least half of them dead…”

Keeping a being like Miss Carmesim was so dangerous to the whole town that sometimes when he stopped to think well, it seemed a little absurd. The demon was old enough to have experienced a catastrophe or two, and he remembered perfectly one in particular. The disaster that proved to the Astros and earthly Spirits that there should not be anything created from a demon. These beings were as destructive as a meteor, even the devils despised them for the level of destruction they could cause. All beings created from the dust of the Sun or moonlight had a control over all evil or good they could cause, even though some seemed too inclined to be as bad as poison.

Lacey asks curiously. “The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom. When the evil over flows from sin and the fires rage will loom. For when great man hath fallen fair take up all the space in hell. The demons flee, to dance the Earth, oh what horrors have befell.” Owen recites, having looked at it so many times that he had the damn thing memorized. “What the fuck does that mean?” The sheriff demands and Owen laughs out right. “That is what we wondered!” He tells the exasperated man.