Demons Poem Novels & Stories

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!

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.

The barrier that once stood between Lyria and the rest of the world was torn by Kyante and her army was shattered, and from that tear emerged demons—grotesque beings of shadow and flame, their eyes burning with malice. The demons crawled out of the abyss, dragging themselves onto our shores, their claws digging into the earth with sickening strength. They moved like a tide of darkness, their numbers endless, filling the air with the smell of sulfur and death. They didn’t just march—these demons fed off the very land, their presence corrupting everything they touched. Trees withered and died in their wake, their leaves turning to ash, and the ground itself cracked and burned beneath their fee

I still don’t get it, if the poem Keeping his demons tamed, Annihilating every form of stain Redeeming his soul day by day Embracing him without casting blame Never letting him go insane. Is about a man with demons? How does a ‘she’ get involved? This is just like maths all over again. All my seven entries, which were His grace, light, lover, peace, angel, smile and charm, were all buzzing with a red light. I also noticed over a dozen people had already tried all the words I came up with. How do you compete with this? “Move out of my way, loser!” Japhia yells, pushing me out of his way. “Let the genius do the magic.” he says, giving out a villain like laughter.

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

Demons are parts of darkness, and sooner or later, it will claim me, unless I manage to remain human. They stopped at the scene that I had carefully prepared for them. A dead horse and a man in a black cloak lying on his back. Of course, there was nothing under the cloak, but who would check? So, who'll go first? Ah, too bad I don't have a crossbow. Whatever. I'll manage. Especially since they stopped right where I wanted them to. I sized up the situation for the last time. All right, here we go! A daring leap into the center of the squad, and I landed right behind one of the pursuers. These shaven-headed beasts should not exist in my world. Demon's blood sang a battle cry in my veins.

Emphasis on alone. I knew I harbored a demon, it's time for me to embrace it. Demon, what's your name? I asked, not really expecting an answer. I'm one, I'm all, I'm no one. Why do you summon me? The demon's voice reverberated in my head like cackling thunder. I had to hold my head to keep myself from falling off the bed and causing a ruckus. It was still too early to be awake, 3am to be precise.

At the time we were both always hungry and freshly cooked food was always better than conjured food. As I entered the kitchen I noticed the place was quiet. The servants that worked in the kitchen were mostly lower level demons. They were the ones most people think of when they hear the word demon. They were typically small, no more than three or four feet tall and had colorful scaly skin and dark or red eyes. These types of demons were not able to make deals like the upper level demons. They were typically used as minions. In the old days we would use them to scope out potential deals, to find the people most desperate for our help. Now humans always wanted something, they were never satisf

Aesop shouted at one sexy and seductive female demon, “Sing your spectral song. The brass bell in this brat’s hand is very good and it can shock people’s hearts.” “Ah, ah, ah—!” The obedient sexy female demon started singing at once. ‘God d*mn it!’ Alex had never heard such an unpleasant sound. It was like two wire saws pulling on each other. It agitated the listeners and made them want to curse while stomping their feet. Not only the humans like the few of them felt so, those demons could not stand it either. Several big demons held their heads. “Listening to this sound gives me a headache! This must be the most unpleasant sound in the world.”

He began to recite a section of the poem word for word. “But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.