Earth Demons Novels & Stories

John wasn't believing his ears, but he gathered up a little aplomb and said to the Deity, Theia, " Pardon me, but the 'new life', you said, what is that about?" " I, see, its good. Then, let us get on to the deal, we would like your help to return the power equilibrium back to normal, in another world — Betsuno Orbis Terrarum, a world consisting of two empires, The Human and The Demon Empire and the supernatural powers gained by chanting certain words known as "Infosys". The Humans have declared war on the Demons, occupying 90℅ of the world, which caused a lopsided imbalance in the power equilibrium of Betsuno Orbis Terrarum. Only, 10% of the Demon territory is left now, the Demons are also

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

Lord of demons Deadly pale white skin with white hair and reddish black eyes. Erasmus has the power to influence anyone with the using he seven deadly sins; Pride Lust Greed Wrath Gluttony Sloth Envy He also have dominant power over the lycan demons. Incubus Female demons with red skin and pitch black eyes, their horns are shorter and curved and they eliminate a lot of sexual phernisphere. Bersekers /demons Warrior demons that fights in war. Black skin with soulless eyes.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“But I still have to make sure you're safe. I just heard today that Hell's Gate was broken and demons now roam the earth. Demons are evil and vicious creatures. You have to be extra careful.” Also, the demons, Zedekiel and the Nightshade Witch were searching for him. He couldn't let any of them find him. Hearing the gravity in Eron’s tone, Vathar’s smile faltered just a little. He didn’t know the details but when Eron, the Earth Spirit himself, looked at you with worry in his eyes, you listened. He gave a quiet nod. “I'll be careful.” Eron’s face softened. “Good,” he said, and then leaned in.

And now… now the time was here. "Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone.

They carry an aura of power and danger, a magnetic pull that lures mortals closer even as it promises destruction. But demons are not bound by mortal rules. They've lived for hundreds, even thousands of years, shaping empires, toppling kings, and writing their names in the blood of history. They thrive in the chaos of humanity's emotions, feeding off lust, greed, and despair as if they were nectar.

It is enough, not enough, and we are their pale reflection. If one were to take the guts of nature and spill them in the street, daemons would form from the clots. They say God's corpse was torn open at the beginning of time: daemons came from the pneuma, angels from the aether, and the gods from the plasma of God's veins. Daemons are the blood and substance of this world. Gods are the totality. Mortals are the shadows they cast. We fell from God's eyes like rain.