Devilman Crybaby Demon Novels & Stories

The male demon moved his eyebrows up and down, still quite strongly clutching Janice Valeria’s right upper arm. “What are you gonna do to me? Please let me go... Let me go... Please leave me alone... Please leave me alone... What are you gonna do to me? Help! Help! Help!” Really Janice Valeria shouted and screamed for nothing. “Hahaha... Just scream as loudly as possible... Just shout as loudly as you can... In this dark deep silent wood, in the hours like these, in the latest evening like this, nobody’s in sight; nobody can hear your screaming and shouting; nobody’s going to help and save you... Hahaha...” The male demon cackled loudly within his cynicism as well as sarcasm.

"I already cursed you not to be able to walk under the sun because of your betrayal... You'd live with it and so would your followers." Dracula stepped forward and gulped down the concoction that was made by the devil and he clutched his stomach, his eyes rolled skyward. "Yes!" The devil cackled. "It's working." Dracula fell on the ground and shivered before letting out a loud shout that shook the earth. A new demon was born! "All hail Azelbub!" They chanted, bowing down to the master. "Jonathan!" The devil exclaimed and a young man answered. "Step into the middle."

It was her fate. “Why you are so fucking eager to help him? It is not your demeanor. Are you too in love with that human?" Bael demanded with a furious tone, failing against his anger because of Lucifer and Satan. He couldn't understand when did devil start liking humans. That was not only a shame but also disgraceful. “I can predict the outcome better than you can because I have better vision. And the crown is my favorite," Lucifer yelled, his nose flaring. He was a red devil with eyes that were a death valley for infinite souls of sin, as well as a source of terror.

Amber was stunned to hear this and Demon's possessiveness was at a different level, if he had had his way he would have set the whole world on fire. Amber was feeling scared because the demon was slowly gaining its place in her heart. Amber shouted, "Please demon, drive slowly." Seeing Amber crying, the demon immediately stopped the car and hit the steering wheel angrily. Demon couldn't bear to see Amber crying like this and he asked about Amber's tears and said, "Why do you always cry, I feel very irritated when I see tears in your eyes." Demon started taking deep breaths to calm himself and Amber asked him "Why? Mere crying makes you feel so bad, I'm nothing more than a private stripper ju

Wind gnawed at the hem of my hoodie. The screen lit up with a single text. You want your brother back? Erebus. 11PM. Ask for the Devil’s Show. My fingers went numb first. Then my throat closed up. The bag of groceries slipped from my hand, like my body didn’t know how to hold anything anymore. The bread hit the ground with a sad little puff, the onion rolled into the gutter like it was trying to escape the moment, and the eggs—well, those bastards cracked on impact. Of course they did.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

This was Hell. I curled up on the ground and cried. I had never sobbed so hard. I felt the cool fingers of the demon slide over the Mark, and I didn’t even move. “I win, Luna,” the demon said and laughed and laughed and laughed.

I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain he had inflicted on my angel. “Fuck,” Matteo muttered. I held the extracted eyeballs and turned to the second man. “Hold him steady, Luca. Keep his head still.” The man continued to cry and begged me to have mercy on his soul, but the demon inside me had no mercy, only hunger and an insatiable thirst for vengeance. “Open your mouth,” I snarled. He shook his head, trembling as tears streamed down his face. “I said, open your fucking mouth,” I repeated.

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.

They were aligning frequency and waiting. “They’re confident,” I said. “They’re theatrical,” Dominic corrected. “Different flaw.” “Do we answer?” “We do,” he said. “Together.” The projection formed, unlike the Crownbreaker silhouette, this one showed a face. Mid-forties. Serene expression. Medical calm. The kind that makes people confess things they didn’t plan to say. “Dominic Voss,” the woman said warmly. “And Elara Quinn. I appreciate the simultaneous audience.” “You purchased stolen pathway metadata,” Dominic replied. No greeting. No cushioning.