Descent Of The Demon God Novels & Stories

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

Wezhira smiles, “High-ranking yes! Demon? No, this is what is known as a Demiurge, a god extension or a child of an infinite being and his name is Devoid and he has six siblings, 3 brothers and sisters and all of them powerful in their own right!” “Sounds like you are going to say we are not ready for that yet again!” Mukura rises from the ground and folds her hands. “That would be correct, but in time I shall tell you! My battle against Devoid shook realities across the infinite space and finally, he conceded, somehow I was able to get through to him and he helped me heal the world, restoring everything back to normal as much as we could.” “So, the dark god is now a good guy? Just like in

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

That demon sought to digest the entirety of Bleurealm and convert it into the nourishment required for its ascension. Eventually, that celestial demon met its demise at the hands of the Green Emperor, and its essence and blood mingled with the Ancestora's remnant soul. The fusion of those disparate powers was what shaped his form. Upon absorbing the celestial demon's blood essence, the Ancestora gleaned from the fallen demon's memories that it hailed from the devil realm and once sought refuge with a foreign race. He also learned of the collapse of the celestial domain into three separate realms, each with its own lord.

A cold layer of sweat drenched his back as he remembered Fengxi's tale about the beginnings of the Annihilation Times. According to the legends, the mortals were tired of the ruthlessness of the Natural Law that the first great demon who had reached the levels of the Supreme Realm, the Heaven Exterminator, had led the first rebellion against the forces of Heaven. The invasion turned out to be a massive failure and the soul of the Heaven Exterminator was utterly destroyed. He was henceforth known as the First Apostate of Heaven.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

"It may have already. If Gabriel did indeed allow Vincent access to his seer then he must seek the halfling as well. You know what he is capable of Sebastian, and just like Vincent he will not stop. Even still Lord Ivan marches on the demon clans, he will come for you eventually. You cannot run from this." Damn it. The cage cracked, his inner demon demanded he fight. He was a berserker; his kind never cowered from a threat. They stood at the forefront and roared in the face of their enemies. It was time he did so once more. Leaning forward he shook off his unease, focusing on the vampire seated across from him. "If what you say is true we are talking about an apocalypse." "We are." Cocking h

“We must save Lioren from that demon before it’s too late. He deceived her!” It was Zevarion as a god, standing before a council of divine beings. “She chose her path,” came the cold response from the moon goddess cloaked in starlight. Her voice was final. “She defied the laws of heaven and descended to Earth with him. Nothing more can be done.” Just like that, the meeting was over, no room for argument, no mercy. And suddenly, I was back on Earth, blinking through the veil of time. Zevarion as a god descended to the mountain where she had last been seen. There, standing among wildflowers and stone, was Lioren.

The demon evolved from the Seventh Apostle with its lower body submerged in the blood around it, the upper half making for a terrifying sight. "This is the power of blood, O' Mighty Blood God! Take this as an offering from your loyal servant, Cadillacia the Seventh Apostle. Feast away, Mighty Blood God," Cadillacia howled in demon form. Just then, Wilbur sat up fast and practically flew out of his room, shouting, "Ryder!" Within the next ten seconds, Ryder appeared in front of him holding his suitcase. Eileen had also appeared.