Demons Fanart Novels & Stories

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

“They wear terrifying, ugly faces to frighten the weak and make them easier to control.” "He wasn't ugly." The words slip out before I can stop them, too certain. "He was beautiful in a way that made beauty itself feel dangerous. Nothing like the paintings in the chapel—with their horns, goat legs, and pitchforks." Agnes's mouth falls open as if I've just struck her with a hymn book. "Angel Hart." Her voice sharpens. "Who is 'he'?" "I-I only mean that demons don't look like the way you paint Satan."

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

I look at her stunned. "You didn't know I was in drama club, did you? I handle lights and makeup, I'm sure, I did your makeup for Sango, you played as Sango didn't you?". "Yes and Lola played as Oya". I was down again always thinking about her. "Hey, I never told you how sorry I am about Lola, she was... she was nice to me, she really was". I nod. "So, Chidimma, do you act? or are you just a make up artist?", I ask dying to switch convo topics.

I had figured that demons were more isolated creatures and it only made me more curious about them. The room was massive in a rectangular shape to fit the table and filled with numerous paintings and art, all different depictions of the underworld. Some had gore and torture painted, another one appeared to be of Adam and Eve and the serpent that convinced them to eat the forbidden fruit, the largest of the paintings was on the longest wall of the room and it looked to be of a war. Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers.

I motioned with my hand to stay back, as I also slipped my weapon into the small of my back, as I could tell that these creatures were dangerous. They were beautiful demons, even if they did have wings that looked like red stained leather, and a forked tail at the ends of their voluptuous bodies. The color took me back to color like Brittany's light brown color but more of a light mocha shade, along with some black spots that marked their bodies. Symbolism of how many men they took. I could plainly see that they were wrapped up in a leather outfit from head to toe, one red. One black.

“Demon flame art: Purga!” All of the demons in the cube erupted in the same green flame. They withered away, but more too their place. “Fine then.”, she said, as a dagger appeared in her hand. She raised it up and mad e a single stroke down. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!”

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

It was definitely different from the past wars when demons crossed to the land of the living through the gates of hell the humans have summoned. None of the demons look like an ape. None of them has red eyes and craving for blood and flesh. They all look like an elf. Creatures with long dark hair, pointed ears and tints on their faces like a birthmark. Their bat wings are larger than angels have remembered. Their tails are sharp enough to cut a huge tree and durable enough to dodge an attack from the sword made of holy light. "What is happening? Did they go on some sort of evolution?" Irena asked herself as she pants upon taking on an old demon.

They were able to hold their own with all four demon realms together fighting, but the Dregok kept growing in power. Vastria reviewed the pictures of the four demon realms that was allied. They each had a distinction to their profile. The Kolrerin realm demons, their skin was caramel colored, their hair a deep red. The description indicated that these demons were experts on fire element magic. They could eat fire. There was also a description on the levels of fire magic and its color indication from white to red, to orange, and blue. She could not imagine that there could be such a variety.