Demons Of Pride Novels & Stories

No one dares challenge the devils above the flaming plane. Demons have always been seen as vile, repulsive creatures—despicable scum. But contrary to belief, not all demons are the monsters they're painted to be. I am a Prince of Hell, or at least I was meant to be. I walked away from that title, refusing to torture the damned souls of Hell. Ironic, isn't it? The so-called "good" crave my blood, while the "evil" demand justice for the sins of humanity. Zeus himself claims it's all in the name of balance. I see it for what it is—hypocrisy.

I can only imagine where they are going. The moment that they are out of sight, my knees buckle. I am aware of the number of people staring at me, but for me, it did not matter. That is because the man who just left a while ago is a demon. The fifth demon prince of Hell—Asmodeous, the demon prince of lust.

The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power. In that moment, Asmo's indomitable display of raw, unbridled power left them awestruck, a chilling reminder of the formidable force that he wielded. The air crackled with an undercurrent of fear and reverence, the demons standing in silent acknowledgment of the sheer magnitude of Asmo's prowess.

The one with all the darkness, death. And demons.

Standing inside the throne room where no chandelier or a single torch existed, the zaps of the lightning bolts were the only thing that brought occasional illumination inside the vast area. Standing in front of the flame throne, Damon the Prideful did not live up to his name when he knelt to the marble floor. “Greetings to the flame king, Demon King Lucifer the Prideful of the Nether World. This humble Halfling answers your call.” Damon’s right knee kissed the marble floor while his left knee was bent to support his upper body while his head was bowed down to show the absolute humiliation to the only kin of the prideful king. Damon was the only one needed to bend his knees when greeting the

“Demons who belong to the Kingdom of Yami do not kill the weak. The strong protects them.” Blue clenched her hand into a fist, gritting her teeth. She doesn’t want to believe that she was taught differently; the wrong way in fact. These demons were way kinder or maybe it’s just this are of demons that are nice. “Why do deformed demons attack?” “Beats me! All I know is they aren’t our people. If they were, they would be beautiful.” “Well are you not alarmed of their unprecedented speed? Their new powers? They were faster.”

I was fortunate enough to realize these things and fight back before it's too late. At the early age of ten, I got molested and sold to different men for pleasure. I was raped, abused, and was treated lower than an actual human being. No one save me, so I saved myself. Beauty is both curse and a gift. A gift to deceive and prey weak men into their own demise. And a curse that I might eventually fall in my own game. Love is for the weak. It had made my father weak and a monster. I was pulled from my thoughts when my phone rings. It's Miss Valentine.

I replied then embraced him with a handshake as a gesture of goodbye. Staying professional amidst all those dark secrets. I can't wait to see what more these demons do. Though if they'll make one wrong mistake touching my family while I haven't disobeyed them, that'll be an eye for an eye, a toe for a toe, life for a life. Besides, I know your circle now. Brooklyn huh? Well, I may not want to hurt them since those people have been good to me but if they're the ones keeping Conan out of my sight, that of course won't keep me silent.

He looked around the room and acknowledged the fact that his members are there with him. Samantos is becoming too daring. He knows me and chose to play with me. "He chose to play with fire!!!" He shouted and the whole building shook. The guys were no longer surprised. A phone call jolted them back to life. Red, as he is popularly called stepped out to hand over the phone to Eric. Red, second in command, fastest shooter. He is called Red because of the number of people he has killed. He looks deadly dangerous. After Eric, no one dares him. A scar was visible on his face showing he had a rough childhood. Well, what more can you expect from a Capo? He relocated to the city after being beaten to

Not only could he commit sins and still be free but he barely ever showed his angelic form. Usually, angels hid their identities when helping people but in any other situation they loved to flaunt their purity. A bunch of prideful, pretentious fucks that only knew how to hide themselves that was what the demons thought of the angels. “Welcome lords. As you’ve all heard, we have a certain issue we would love your help with,” the angel lord stated softly while swiftly glancing at the trio. One was a demon embodying lust and envy, the other embodying wrath and pride, and the worst of them all the one called their king embodying the sin of sloth, gluttony, and greed. Disgusting trash that he dar