Demons By Fyodor Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

The report presented prompted His Majesty to issue an emergency court session. The Emperor’s eyes swept over his court, first gazing at those who remained calm and compared those ‘respectable’ imbeciles arguing amongst themselves in the middle of the court. He let out a long sigh as he resisted the urge to massage his temples. “I should have thought this through before summoning this entire lot of them.” He thought to himself regretfully. The ministers, generals along with their commanders are discussing possibilities of enemies identities, listing down all threats to the nation to the point it was becoming ridiculous! How could a beast straight out of ancient folklore appear as their enemy?

Who could have thought that such heinous deeds were being committed inside this innocent looking building? “Shall I escort you?” She asked. “No. Go wait in the car outside, I’ll be right there.” I told her and headed towards a door at the back of the factory. The cold storage has to be somewhere in that direction, and although I knew what I’d find there, I still went alone. As the Demon King and the head of the Dark Council, I’d witnessed far worse scenarios from a very early age. No one ever gets used to watching such horrors, but it was like poison, once you take it on a daily basis in tiny doses, your body becomes resistant to it. Maybe that said something about my sanity, or maybe I was

Within the span of a few seconds, the flames vanished, leaving behind absolutely nothing. “Ashes to ashes.” Darcia spoke on a sigh of relief. But I was far from relieved. “Di-did we just…k-kill a m-man?” I managed to stutter out as dark spots began to dance in my vision. “He wasn’t exactly a man. He was a demon and once a demon has set his mind on something, they don’t let it go until they have achieved their goal.” Darcia looked at me with a frown. “Hey…are you okay? You don’t look so…”

The way her eyes had gone blank and resigned. And somehow it hurt me. I threw the cigar into the ashtray and watched the ember die. The smoke dissipated into nothing and I stood there in the dimly lit room and I felt something I had not felt in twenty years. Guilt. I crushed the thought immediately. I did not feel guilt. I did not feel anything. I was Alessandro De Vercelli, the Devil of Vercelli, and devils did not feel guilt over words spoken to an auctioned slave.

I followed his line of sight. More demons, each adorned with dark red tattoos, were engaged in combat, slashing through dark ones with ruthless efficiency. There were thousands of them, scattered across the battlefield. The once-green grass was now stained black and red, and the eerie silence had given way to the cacophony of battle and slaughter. Living beings murdered, that's what war was. And there were more bodies here than humans in Europe. It was death and carnage. But that was not what caught my eye. There was one demon taller than all. One demon broader than all. A demon who demanded all attention, who looked like the god of war. And that's exactly who I was looking at. The god of wa

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

Savoring every single word. My demons were the true artists here. They delighted in chaos, weaving carnage with a precision that bordered on divine mockery. I often watched as they pulled fresh souls into the depths, carving away hope until it was nothing more than a faint flicker smothered under cruelty. Some demons bathed in the blood of their victims, laughing as rivers of scarlet ran through the blackened stone. Others preferred a slower work—stretching time, warping reality, bending souls until they forgot what mercy once felt like. I admired them all. Each torment was a masterpiece, and I was their King, their eternal witness.

I feel the D'Angelos behind me. —Listen to me, you son of a bitch, you won't say shit about my daughter anymore, you won't think about her for a second and you'll regret all your sins. You are going to live, we are not going to kill you, but if you are going to record our faces in your head—I make him look at the three of us—, because you are not a demon, you are a rabid rat like Gandía and the hunters are eager to exterminate them . Demons are the ones I drive and gods are the ones you're going to have to pray to, because from here neither God nor the Devil will come to save you.

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

Since Conrad approached them, he chose to pose him a question, “What are the Four Demons?” After collecting himself, Conrad smiled and said, “There’s no point in hiding this from you, I guess. The Four Holy Beasts you people refer to are actually called the Four Demons. Imbued with Demonic Energy, anyone who consumes their blood will experience Energy Deviation and eventually become a demon. This should be a catastrophe for mankind. However...” As he spoke, he glanced at Thea.