False King Demon Soul Novels & Stories

Silently, I thanked the deity for help. “Yes, I’m looking for your king. You can call me Reggie.” I replied. “Why would a demon want to see my king?” Varian asked. “I wish to provide him a service in return for his gift. I have no ill intent in my purpose. Would you contact him?” I answered. “We’re not like shapeshifters. I’m not connected to him. I can take you to him. But it would mean me doing you a favor.” His eyes darkened.

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

The demons they would summon today, he had told them, would be the demon they would use for at least the rest of their first year. In the times he’d taught them, Quiv had made certain they all understood that nilhium was the only way to summon a demon from the eartherrealm. It was the most valuable crystal a mage could ever get their hands on. In truth, it was the most potent mage crystal, capable of containing the most amount of reia any metal or rock was capable of. It was also the reason for the commotion the line was causing.

"What do you mean gang?" "Exactly as it sounds." Summer took another deep breath. "His gang is called Serpent Kings. It is the most powerful of the three. However, that power wasn't enough for him so he went and found me." "You mean he is using his own daughter for his own greed?" Asher demanded. Summer nodded slowly. "He allowed the highest bidder to marry me." "You can't be serious." Asher's voice had taken an incredulous tone. "How can any parent do that?"

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

Astonished, Shia breathed in, “w-who is this Ancient Evil?” “Why, it is the person who had marked you as such for himself; the one spoken of in the prophecy who will break the earth in his reincarnation. He will bear a similar mark when you meet him – an inked mark of a heron in flight! ” “Y-you don’t mean to say-” “I do. It is none other than the Demon King of the ancient prophecy. You must kill him this time, goddess! You must kill him for good, or he will be the one to destroy you, and the prophecy will be fulfilled!” Mage Silas roared.

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

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.

Everyone felt a feeling of asphyxiation. Among the Demon Kings of the court of Deity Phoenix, Spirit Eyes Demon King was ranked third. His power was above the One Legged Ox Demon King. He was mysterious, and no one knew his true body. This time, he exploded in the demonic aura and the pressure that he gave people was more horrendous than that of the One Legged Ox Demon King. This was especially so because his eyes glimmered with a silver fire that seemed as though it could be put out in a whiff of wind. It seemed weak and gave people the feeling of chills all over their bodies.

• • • • King Williamson or Williams of the Aqua Kingdom • • • • "My beloved I need your help..." the king moans on the corpse of his love. The corpse is still fresh as if it were alive, though it looks white and puffy as if the body has been sprayed with white powder from head to toe. The King has been keeping King Demons late wife's body in hope of resurrection. Unfortunately, such magic doesn't exist anymore. Gone are those days when great magicians were roaming the streets, performing unbelievable magic.