Novel & Cerita Demons Fanart

“The atmosphere here is different, ‘’ he said, and I noticed his voice got deeper. I looked at him and he changed to his demon. There were two black horns by the side of his head. I can’t see him fully, but I know his skin is slightly red, and he is bigger. Then his body lit on fire a little, but it didn’t burn me, instead it warmed me up. The clouds cleared up and my mouth wide opened in shock as I looked at what was in front of me. Everywhere was red, the clouds were red and I could see the hills and they went way back. The air smells like death and the worst part is I can hear the cries of pain and agony that send a dark shiver down my spine. Suddenly, I don’t want to see hell anymore. As

[Xanthea] Raven drove slowly into the university premises. Pulling up the shield of my helmet, I looked at the grand statue of the four horned devil wearing a skeletal mask. Several smaller demon statues surrounded him. The wings of all those demons were broken. The smaller demons clambered on one another, desperately reaching out to the book the big devil held high in his hand, facing the sky. They and their emotions were intricately and artistically carved out of black stone with a slight red glow.

He spelled the word out slowly, as if even saying it might summon something dark. Jade narrowed her gaze at him, her skepticism clear. “Where exactly did you find this sample?” She looked at me with a mocking smirk on her face. Before he could respond, I reached out and placed my hand gently over his. “No, Chen,” I said with a soft smile, “it’s not the Devil. Just a demon. A powerful one, sure, but not the Devil.” I turned to Jade, my voice steady. “He helped us in a foreign land full of strangers. He’s a friend, not an enemy.”

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.”

“Aren’t demons supposed to have control over spirits? Why is it that, aside from me, none of you can see them?” That question made Aric’s expression turn more solemn. He straightened slightly, speaking at a measured pace. “Because of an ancient artifact passed down in Blackwood Continent.” “An artifact?” Leon blinked in surprise. Aric nodded, a faint trace of mockery flickering in his eyes. “It was supposedly created to maintain the balance between different beings. This artifact sealed away a part of demons’ natural abilities—specifically, some of our power.” Leon frowned. “Huh?” "In simple terms, it prevents us from directly affecting the spirits," Aric said casually. "It also stops demons

said Belphegor, as he guided Chaos into the second floor of the library, where four grimoires were releasing a dim aura and presence… that of demonic and malicious nature. The fur grimoires were above altars, and they were being held tight by powerful seals made by Ainz, Chaos could clearly feel the power of his father still present within them. The altars were all lined up, and before them, there was another painting from Lady Lesithea. Chaos glanced at it, it seemed to be a painting of these four demons. "What are the origins of these demons?" wondered Chaos.

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

The demons looked absolutely ecstatic to go to war. Sam stood with Wruy and a few other demons who were dressed like officials. Dark red outfits, full of sharp, deathly looking weapons. Their eyes were painted with black stripes which made them look even deadlier than they were, if that was possible at all. The focus was on their eyes now, taking away the focus from the razor sharp swords that hung on their chests. It captivated me and that was exactly their intent. Demons on the side were busy painting their eyes with black stripes alike.

even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know. Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him. Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel. “I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only because of her kind heart I’m not ending your miserable lives right now. Get back to your posts at once”.

Argadon hissed, but repeated everything I said, and the demonic part of me sensed that the number of demons next to the portals considerably decreased. The others left, only those who served Argadon remained. Did he expect I would let him release all of the dark rabble? And only when I felt a cold shiver, signifying a taken oath, did I allow the gates to open wider, and Argadon’s posse to pass through. What were they like? In a word, creepy. Chimeras with flaming crests, human-headed snakes, odd-looking creatures like octopi bodies with jaws attached to them... There were many of them, and even I found it difficult to look at them. The demon seemed to grow even larger, and the fire inside hi