Dostoevsky: Demons Novels & Stories

Is he blind to the fact that someone is in pain here? Suddenly, Adrastos' cheerful look vanished and was replaced with a lethal one. He gave me a piercing look. "We are demons? We're devils because we murder people, that's what you think, right? Do you see who we're attempting to kill here? We are annihilating sinful individuals across the earth. So, what do you name yourself after committing so many crimes around the globe that you're contemplating to commit suicide here? An angel in disguise? You should be not a hypocrite. If I am a demon, you are also a demon," he said solemnly.

"Or in a simpler term, praise to the 'god' Mammon, one of the seven demons of hell responsible for humanity's greed and its most selfish and grotesque desires. This demon is called upon by those who want to be above everything else, no matter how. Because you need to understand this, demons are everywhere, but they appear when they are called or summoned. Everything you've heard about demons or possessions doesn't happen just because. It's because they are called by mortal souls with dark hearts. "How many demons exist?" Saying that the snow-haired one wasn't scared would be an understatement. The information his friend was telling him was so overwhelming that he was trying not to break int

the demon was concerned about a psychologist, he was way too interested, which make the demon worried about his intelligence, he believes that he will plot something. demon to end every possible which could become a reason for his doom, he speaks as he should, so the psychologist loses interest in him he saw the body of Elsa, but he doesn't have any emotion for her.

Some demons realized that the demon in front of them, who was as big as an elephant, was crazier than other demons. It wasn't because of his large body or his strength, but because of his madness in facing his enemies or even his own friends. While other demons would retreat or run away with their friends, this demon would use any means necessary to survive, even if it meant eating his friends to become stronger. That's why many demons disliked him, and when the demon world was not yet at war with the underworld, they locked this demon in a cold prison. But now that demon has returned, making them uneasy, only they are powerless because he is a first-level emperor who can destroy the formati

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

insisted the other man then sprinkled me with salt again. Do I look like a demon in their eyes? Do I have a tail and horns that only they can see? "What trouble is this, Ando?" asked an old woman who suddenly approached us. "We found a female demon, Old Remi. Help us get rid of her!" The man called Ando reported to the woman called Old Remi.

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

Derek was tired of adding formalities and just went straight to the point "Avarez Dunek, you need to stop this madness you think you can display, for Pete's sake, you are a king" Avarez paused after hearing his name from his personal guard and best friend, his expression turned cold and lonely "Derek, just let me have this one-time peace before I get tormented again" with that, he closed the door on Derek and started putting on his disguise. Derek was never one to be emotional in his judgement but his best friend had suffered many torment from hell, one exposure wouldn't hurt or so he thought. They had embarked on a journey to the demon market. The demon market is a market for many illegal t

The moment I opened the faucet, Aeron growled. "Aeron," I said, turning off the tap and taking a sip of the water. He wasn't awake. I watched as he sat there in the dimly lit living room on the couch. The couch I had sat on, and he had given me pleasure. As much as I would like to reminisce about what Aeron did to me there, he didn't seem all right. His fitful breathing and restless movements revealed the turmoil within. His face contorted with agony, and his brow glistened with sweat as he wrestled with the demons of his subconscious. The once serene night had turned into a haunting ordeal for him. It was as if he was trapped in a relentless maze of his own fears and regrets. Each twitch of

Drakos, in particular, would be one of the evil souls. If the legend books were not pure jokes, demons, as far as I had read about, was mostly invisible. They were personifications of evilness, rising from the abyss. The only reason they would be interested in meddling with humans was out of bad intentions, feeding on vicious feelings like vengeance, hatreds or cupidity. Though they might be happy to disrupt the world anytime, I could see no reason why they remained here, disguising as supernatural creatures. That didn’t make any sense.