Demonic Sentence Novels & Stories

That woman can cause more damage with her words than anyone can with torture tools. “My Lord, I didn’t mean to offend you. Ever, I swear, I have never thought of ever disappointing you like this,” the demon coughs. As my eyes focus on him, I can’t help but feel disgust. Mortals speak of us as higher, immortal beings, capable of anything, but instead, my home is filled with weaklings like him. Pathetic. “You’re just as useful as tits on a bull,” I snarl, realizing that I am, in fact, turning into some alternate version of Lenox. God damn it.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

My heart raced, but I kept my grip around it despite him wrapping his hand around my wrist, bruising and cutting it. “Locus daemonis obscuri est in inferno. Redi ad infernum unde venisti, inverte tenebras quas in terram nostram misisti et effunde lucem quae per noctem splendeat.” A dark demon's place belongs in hell. Return to the hell that you came from, reverse the darkness that you have cast on our grounds and cast the light that shall shine through the night. My voice was low as I chanted, but I was sure that my words were clear enough.

As Maria uttered the name of God, a profound transformation began to unfold. The world around her slowed, and with a commanding voice, she banished Lucifer's demons, including the formidable Behemoth, with a simple "Begone!" Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

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.

Bidh sgriosadair an t-saoghail ag èirigh agus thèid daonnachd a chall air eagal ‘s gun dèan daonnachd ìobairt. “Once the Gemini soul perishes. The destroyer of worlds shall rise, and humanity will be lost lest humanity makes a sacrifice.” I interpret it again. Azazel uncovers several more documents in ancient languages that share the same sentiment as the first two. Michael’s brow furrows. “Does it say how her soul will perish?” Before anyone can answer, a female voice interjects, “We think that means that Lana’s going to die in some kind of accident.” Everyone turns to face the new visitors. Zoe, Bree and another female stand in the room next to my former demon lord, Samael’s son.

Damien muttered bitterly. "With all our hard work, we amassed a troop of three thousand over the last five years, and I guess we won't be seeing our army take over this city," Alexis grumbled in defeat. "Would you please entertain me with your sword abilities, Seniors?" The devil smirked at them, his simple words sending chills down their spines. "Of course, we'd be delighted to tutor a bright youngster like you." Damien clutched his blade hard, ready to die at any moment.

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

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.