Demons Run When A Good Man Goes To War Poem Novels & Stories

I followed his line of sight. More demons, each adorned with dark red tattoos, were engaged in combat, slashing through dark ones with ruthless efficiency. There were thousands of them, scattered across the battlefield. The once-green grass was now stained black and red, and the eerie silence had given way to the cacophony of battle and slaughter. Living beings murdered, that's what war was. And there were more bodies here than humans in Europe. It was death and carnage. But that was not what caught my eye. There was one demon taller than all. One demon broader than all. A demon who demanded all attention, who looked like the god of war. And that's exactly who I was looking at. The god of wa

"Honestly, just as you were sleeping, the Demon race attacked us, sparking a massive war across the continent. You're already dead, and I'm dead as well. The demons utilized a ceremony to resurrect and control us. The human species fought heroically. Under hard conditions, we were forced to develop, our strength grew and our chances increased, but we were still no match," Henry stated bitterly, his voice breaking, "the emperor himself joined the war, slaying many demons." He then remained silent, saying, "Unfortunately..." Henry averted his gaze, tears welling up in his eyes. He covered his lips with his hand. "his dying wish was for the human race to win the war...his final words..."

The words left him like a blade. The table tensed. You could feel it — a ripple, like the moment before a storm breaks. Heads turned. Muscles tightened. “War?” the head of patrol repeated, incredulous. His tone cracked between duty and disbelief. He was a man built to stand on ramparts, not to play god with lives. “Yes, war.” Devon’s voice had an odd, bright cadence now, like a hymn. “We strike the hunter's head on. We stop hiding like the dead, we aren't. We take advantage. They won’t see us coming.”

At the man who forgot me. At the man who still chose me. The night trembled. And I knew— This war had truly begun

“Your minions? You must be delirious. I am their ruler and I hold dominion. I called to them, and they came for me not for you, you sorry excuse for a demon.” “We shall see who they call master in a few short moments,” Agremon taunted. The two circled around each other like lions ready to pounce. Emma walked up to the edge with Hannah in tow, only to find a darkness encroaching on the mesa from as far as the eye could see, a darkness teaming with all forms of undead and immortal demon-kind. She shivered and held Hannah close. So it was really happening. The war between Good and Evil was about to begin. Emma wasn’t religious by nature, more spiritual than anything else. But today, that didn’t

Beauxdera was not done: “The devils look to Buckingham To shroud the sky, the sun be damned Like proper monsters, they will stand They’ll rise from the abyss The devils deceive and pretend Perhaps you know one as a friend Yes, I say it once again: There are devils in our midst!” “Good God, man!” Father yelled. “Do you know what you’re saying? Do you hear your own words?” Yet still Mr. Beauxdera went on, almost as if in answer: “The devils will put all askew Both in the world and inside you You, my friend, can be one too

“I found out, at the age of eight; by overhearing my mother and aunt talking. It was when I found out what I was after seeing my first demon.” “Demon,” someone spoke from nearby; it was enough to hear that the person was quivering. “Yes demon,” Ava turned towards the room. “This Spirit War has been going on, since the days before the Garden of Eden was known.” Her eyes flashed. “A war between angels and the Fallen, demons!” Her voice became strong as she was driving the information into the people’s minds of what was going on. Even though some were religious or not. “God has given us free will and it’s up to you what you’re going to do with that free will to either aid or hinder in th

“He has class now, sir. Could you wait until later?” “Of course, that’s not a problem.” The man replied nicely. “See me before you leave school today. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Tyler said quietly. The man’s face hardened. “You say, yes sir.” “Ye—-yess sir,” Tyler stuttered. “Good boy. You may go now.” Tyler walked out quickly, his heart pounding. *BACK TO THE PRESENT* Rose ran until she reached the expressway. No sign Tyler, no sign of the car.

I rolled my eyes at him, and he chuckled. We sat up and realized that we had been locked in by the library keepers. They probably didn't know that we were inside. “Don't worry, I know too many ways out of this place.” Zion said, and I felt at rest. The books were mostly boring, but they were also enlightening. “So, there's this war that happened that caused the demons to be banished.” I said, and he raised his head to look at me. “The Battle of Wolmon.” Zion said, and I nodded. His eyes widened when he realized what I was driving at.

He was fighting to keep his blank face. “ I would not like for any more suffering to come from actions of an evil man. I would like for us to end this war right here. We were under the rule of an evil tyrant. We acknowledge the pain we have caused to so many creatures and we wish to make amends yet nothing could take the pain they have endured and the years they have lost. More killing will not bring any more of what they have lost. I plead for peace between what is left of my people and yours.” Dante said out, the field left silent with the harsh wind singing a symphony that assaulted our sensitive ears.