Demonic Presence Novels & Stories

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.

I sighed ending the call, it didn’t take long when a swooshing sound echoed in my room, I didn’t flinch this time, maybe because I already knew that Jamie could appear and disappear. He just stood there, resting lazily on the frame of my window, he couldn’t come closer to me, I didn’t throw a glance at him, “If being a demon doesn’t make you evil, what does it entail to be a demon?” “Lots of things, like fangs, claws, ability to appear and disappear, and most things that could scare you…” I didn’t look at him.

Leon The dungeon reeked. Sweat. Blood. Decay. That same metallic stink that always found a way to settle in your throat no matter how hard you tried not to breathe. I stepped in, Sean behind me, the heavy metal door clanging shut as we moved deeper. I didn’t speak. Not yet. We’d given them 48 hours. Two damn days to talk. Two days to explain who the fuck sent them after Tamara. And I had given them one single instruction—talk or die slowly.

“What did we do? Ophelia was right, that’s not a nature spirit.” Denver held the gun with a steady hand, his voice trembling with excitement. “It’s a demon, Coop. Yeah, they exist. Fucking wild, isn’t it? Those bitch ass nature spirits won’t help us, but these creatures—these Gods—they will. They’ll give us everything we want and more.” Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!”

And finally, and most importantly, Oppressive possession: This is also called doorway possession, and was one of the rarest forms reported. Unlike the other forms, oppressive possession requires two victims. The first needs to remain close to the possessing force and used as a conduit of sorts, a base where the demonic entity can “import” its malicious visions and phantasmagoria. The second should remain mobile and acts as a “delivery” system. Both parties should be relatively young (as the possession takes a toll on them physically), and creative as the entity will draw from their minds, like a sort of battery.

It had to do with my mate. "I was in the witches' cemetery performing a ritual to locate Luna but something strange happened. I could feel an immensely dark presence in the cemetery. It was an entity that didn't belong to this world. It was no doubt a demon" my eyes narrowed at her words. Why was a demon in this realm, most especially in my pack? Demons were evil malevolent spirits, they were harbingers of doom. That was the reason why the rift to the underworld was sealed, keeping them away from our realm. They didn't belong here.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power. In that moment, Asmo's indomitable display of raw, unbridled power left them awestruck, a chilling reminder of the formidable force that he wielded. The air crackled with an undercurrent of fear and reverence, the demons standing in silent acknowledgment of the sheer magnitude of Asmo's prowess.

- There is no rule against it, it's not illegal, but it's also simple cheating, but it's in the demonic rules. – The demon said. That was it, there were two demons as old as Amasteus himself who lived between dimensions, one aera dimension, being friends with the other, even if they were kiss-ass. When talking to the green demon, at that hour, they were there watching from the box the reactions of Garrison and Zarbagos as they passed by the convention, almost ignoring Trigon himself.