Demonios Del Infierno Novels & Stories

Elyse said with a small voice. "He's the what?" I asked in disbelief. The food that I was cooking was completely forgotten and Anna and Fay had turned around to face Elyse. Fay threw her book over the couch and stood up to watch over Elyse's shoulder at the screen. "He's not just the king of demons, it seems.. It says here he is the demon of lust." Fay read out with narrowed eyes. "The demon of lust?" Anna intercepted with interest. "Yeah, it says here that there are 7 sins. They're like... brothers." Elyse added in.

Piero read aloud. “Demons actually exist?” Demarr asked out loud. Piero glared at her. “Doesn’t God exist?” Piero asked patiently. “Yes, he does.” Demarr nodded. “Do the angels not exist?” Piero asked again. “They do.” Demarr nodded again. “Doesn’t the devil exist?” Piero asked. “Yes, ah. I’m tired of these questions.” Demarr complained. “Then how can you wonder if demons exist, my sister?”

I shove the book to the side and grab the one about monsters, frantically tearing through the pages until I find the section on demons. It’s not overly detailed and now I wonder if Caleb knows more. What am I thinking? Of course he does. From what I understand, there are several levels of demons and each one likes to feed off of its chosen preference. For instance, a lust demon thrives on sexual energy and may require two or three daily feedings, depending on its specific characteristics. There is a sloth demon that basically feeds off of laziness until the person becomes so incapacitate it then eventually claims their soul. The worst kind of demon, though, is one that feeds off of pain and

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

She licked her chapped lips, she had been drained of blood in those seconds that her heart was finally pumping new ones and circulating it through her. Her legs felt like jellies and she almost crawled to the bed and sat down on it, she placed her hand on her chest one more time and closed her eyes, God, I’m alive, I am really alive, she thought as she covered her mouth with her hand as tears blurred her vision. Her father was the scariest men she had ever seen and she hated seeing him angry but this man, the man she just saw? She would gladly watch her father angry a million times than have another scene with that monster. It was as if his eyes were an empty vacuum, no, bottomless pit of he

Perhaps him remembering her was just a small piece of a jigsaw puzzle that would help her achieve her main goal. What was her goal you ask? “You frown a lot more than Starvos, I’m afraid you will look older than him in a mere week,” Mona’s voice dropped in as Dominic lifted his face to find the older sorcerers. “Isn’t that a way for me to become a demon?” Dominic looked straight right into Mona’s eyes when he asked the question, startling her who didn’t expect the boy would ask such a horrendous question right in this beautiful afternoon! “You silly! Of course you shouldn’t! Only beings who are cursed by god can go to Hell. They are called demons, they are evil entities!”

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!