Demonic Sentence Novels & Stories

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

"Because trust me, some of these fuckers make your average serial killer look like a goddamn saint." I sighed, stretching my neck as we wrapped up sentencing the last of the demon scumbags. Twenty down, who knows how many to go. The air in the obsidian chamber felt heavy, thick with the stench of brimstone and desperation. "Well, that was delightful," Dad drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Shall we move on to the mortals, darling?" "Sure, why not? Let's see what kind of bullshit excuses these idiots have cooked up."

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

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

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.

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

Their voices echoed with a chilling, otherworldly resonance as they addressed Daphne, their words laced with a mixture of intimidation and malice. "Daphne," The first one hissed, his voice like grinding stones, "we come bearing a message from our leader." The second demon voice slithered through the air, filled with whispers of darkness. "Heed our words, immortal being, for your defiance against the forces of darkness shall be your undoing." The third demon's voice rumbled like distant thunder, sending tremors through Daphne's trembling form. "The time for resistance is over. Submit to us, and chaos shall be your dominion."

Like a specter, he weaved through the demon's blind spots, striking at its vulnerable joints with surgical precision. Each strike sent shockwaves of pain through the demon's body, threatening to unravel its very essence. As the battle reached its peak, the demon unleashed its most devastating attack. It reared back, drawing upon its immense power, and released a wave of infernal energy that rippled through the battlefield. The ground cracked, molten lava erupted, and dark clouds swirled overhead, heralding the unleashing of its wrath. Edna, Marcus, and Derek fought against the chaotic onslaught, their unity becoming their shield against the relentless assault.

''I accept. I sign my sentence with these demons. The two give sideways smiles, almost identical. ''My name is Lucifer D'Angelo, the one next to me is my brother, Damon D'Angelo. It's not that they are demons, they even have their names. ''You are ours now, Thomas. Better not forget about it.''says coldly. As if that were possibl