Disenchantment Demon Novels & Stories

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

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.

The air grew colder now, the silence between their words and enchantments thickening with an almost palpable presence. They watched each other as they continued whispering the words. At a point, the ritual reached its climax and a blast of dark energy revolved around the circle, summoning the demon of the eclipse. The air seemed to tear apart, revealing a glimpse of a dark realm. A figure began to take shape around the circle and the blast of dark energy suddenly halted. The Demon of the Eclipse landed. It has answered their ritual, and it has been successfully accepted. Kael and Marcus both laughed hypocritically. Kael sluggishly and slowly made his own personal enchantments. Marcus stepped

she began. His eyes flashed in glee as he cut her off. "Over a year, actually . . . and you're right. This isn't a disownment spell. It's a bit more . . . transformative than that." Pink looked at the way the magic was drawn to him before peering back up at Win. "You've removed his connection to God and replaced it with something else." Adom flashed her another toothy grin. "So very intelligent, Pink James. Yes, this spell will change angelic blood into demonic." Despair filled her eyes and he couldn't help licking his lips as he tasted their torment.

I explained. “You have us however you need us. We will do everything we can to help you fight,” Mateo said. That was good to hear because the next will be the biggest thing for them to wrap their heads around. They were doing really well so far. Hopefully, that would continue. “And that is why we knew we could count on you. The next thing we will explain is the biggest. It must stay between us for now until the council is taken care of properly. The prophecy mentions us as the Enchanted Dezentrae. Kenzie’s and my marks are not the typical ones,” I explained before we both exposed our marks for them to see.

I hadn’t questioned their plans thoroughly enough and walked into them blind. “Our father’s grimoire mentions some of the things he learned from Morningstar. The Pit is the deepest part of the demon realm. Some higher level demons have abilities of their own. That could be how it neutralized your magic. How Denver managed to get his hands on a ritual like that, I’m not sure. Dark magic is highly corruptive. It clearly sank its claws into Denver and didn't let go.” Jude threaded his fingers through his already messy hair, “It’s a miracle you made it out of there.”

My heart was still beating even though I was now a reasonable distance from the fast food. What a waste of time that had been. If she had just told me not to bother going in there or stopping the car at all, I would have saved myself, the time, the money and the strength that I used to running away from those things. “Ice!” “Okay fine! I'll tell you. They're Envy's. They're not humans, they're demons. They're descendants of the Fatals.” She said that and stopped like that was supposed to mean something to me. In all my life, id never heard of anything like that before.