Demons By Fyodor Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

I try to move but with every attempt, my body feels pain as if is being hit by a boulder. "Now, are we going to have a decent discussion about why you're here, or am I going to kill you, I'll let you decide." He stops in front of me looking down at me. He kneels and lifts my head, "You may speak." "I just arrived here, I was in a graveyard and a door suddenly appeared here and when I went through I ended up here," I realized I was speaking fast out of fear, "I'm just looking for my friend." "Despite what you may think, we "Demons" are quite fair. We aren't necessarily evil, yet people like to believe there is an actual concept between good and evil and we are the lesser half."

Large numbers of demons swarm at us, their eyes wide as saucers, their toothless mouth wide open and their ugly hands stretched out for our souls. I raised my blade and began to cut them open blindly, stopping at nothing until they were all squashed into gooey substances on the marble floor. The servants that hid in the corners of the hall poked their heads out and gasped when they saw us. They all went down on their knees and bowed low to the ground in submission and respect. We ascended the stairs and continued to eliminate the demons that stood in our paths till we got to the room occupied by Garam. I clenched my fist and raised it to smash the door open, but it opened by itself, and Gara

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The acrid stench of burning metal and gasoline filled my nostrils, an overwhelming reminder of chaos and destruction. Damien stood rooted in place, his mouth agape as he gawked at the inferno that had once been his gleaming vehicle. The flickering flames danced against his face, casting ominous shadows that lent him an almost demonic appearance. The fire reflected in his dark eyes, twin pools of fury and disbelief. "Who dares to try this shit with me?" Damien's voice cracked like a whip in the thick smoke, raw with rage and indignation. The veins in his neck bulged, a clear testament to his anger as he shouted into the chaos around us.

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I pondered. "Tch, that's not possible." "Instead of wasting time on such thoughts, let's focus on reading the report my spies have sent." My information network had delivered an intriguing piece of news. It revealed the existence of alternate dimensions where demons resided. The more I delved into the report, the more astonished I became. These dimensions were discovered through the combined efforts of Duke Ifrit and Duchess Isla, who reported that demons dropped a crystallized essence known as demonic essence upon their demise.

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I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us! Five seconds, Five Seconds, FIVESECONDS!! All types and shapes, colors, and beings frighteningly gained their way to the middle of the bridge. Yielding swords, axes, bows, snapping jaws and even some two horned goat looking guy! This was my first time ever seeing demons since Bahm had started allowing me in. IT WAS A HORROR!!! I was frozen in fear. Bahm suddenly throws me to the farthest end away from him and stands in front of my body, trying to perform a spell.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.