Finn Bálor Demon King Novels & Stories

He felt a massive hand cup the back of his head, and the fingers threaded through his silver-blond hair with surprising gentleness. And then there was a fourth presence. This one didn't even speak, but it felt like he had spoken. León's gaze snapped to the foot of the bed. A figure stood there, still as carved marble, skin like moonlight on snow and hair as black as charcoal. Silver eyes without pupils stared at him, and in them, León saw his reflection. He tried to curl into himself, to cover the parts of him they were all looking at, but Finn (the first demon king) caught his chin and turned his face back. “No,” he said, his golden eyes burning. “You don't get to hide, prey.”

Shen Yi sat in the study chair do not know how long, Meng ran between the books on the table all swept to the ground, cold humming way: "Don't know the good or evil. " As he spoke, he took off his shirt and trousers and changed into a bright burgundy suit. "Naturally, the color is bright, " he said. "It's black and it's ugly. " Dressed in the mirror looked at a long time, the heart of the gas is quiet. Re-sit on the chair, found things on the ground, the heart again not happy up, cold hum a few, lift a leg to go out. Su Foam is resting, just listen to the crash when a, she teng of a sitting up from the SOFA. A See Shen Yi Anger Chong stand at the door staring at her, Su Mo in the mind Deng f

“I saw your report.” Upon the first two words being uttered by the demon king, the temperature in the throne room dropped. Not minding the change of the mood, Damon remained bowing as he answered. “I have another report about the Glutton Family, Your Majesty.” Waving his head as if his son could see him, the demon king’s once calm demeanor changed. His voice sharpened as his shoulders tensed. Gone was the lax attitude he was showing off a few minutes ago. “A Calamity Dragon! That bastard’s offspring is able to summon the Calamity Dragon! And what do I got from my offspring? A Hydria! That’s what!” His booming voice muted the thunderclaps beyond the windowpanes. The demon king’s eyes glowed i

“Hey! I won’t let you call in your favour if you’re not even going to do anything for me.” “Now now, don’t go making assumptions on your own.” When they reached the church, he stepped inside with no hesitance. He walked through the front door without even opening it, his body floated through as if he was a ghost. The demon king has powers that are most diverse. The normal demons might have confined powers, such as some might control a certain aspect of the weather or an element of the earth, some might be capable of shape shifting. However, the Demon King’s title awarded him much more flexibility with his abilities.

“We are here to talk about the West.” Levi slammed the cup at the table. The table and the cups on top of it rattled. The King from the South groaned, remembering the terror the Demons from the West brought. “Belial — that Demon came to our Kingdom and poisoned the mind of the Sorceress! She almost killed me — feeding me poison everyday to weaken my body! But he failed miserably. I’m the son of Alpha Icarus! I maybe wolfless, but no poison could kill me!”

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

In the Dark Realm "My king, you called for me," Belial said, materializing from a cloud of black smoke. Belial, the demon king’s right hand. A creature who could make the undead dance on his fingertips if he willed it. His power, second only to King Victor himself. Victor lounged lazily on his dark throne, chin resting against one hand. "Follow the dispatched Aamons near the no-man’s border," he commanded. "We’re close to finding her. Jolene."

Actually, Balthazar laughed at the suggestion but told Balor to humour us with the extra people. But just because you could see the future didn't mean you were always right. I watched enough Marvel movies to know that shit wasn't as reliable as you thought. The arrogance of that guy really pissed me off. He was worse than Balor as if that was possible. But I guess you would have to have a massive ego if you were the King of hell. If you didn't have your head so far up your own ass, how else were you going to get demons to follow you?

Satan stood 7'2" tall with front-facing black horns on the side of his head. He had a black hood draped over his head with a black wrap covering his eyes. He picked his teeth with his black claws as he waited, revealing his triangular teeth. He kept his wings outstretched as a sign of dominance. He kept picking at his teeth with his index claw, giving the two demon lords a max of ten minutes before he gives the execution order. Moloch and Baal showed up, apologizing that they had to remove their armor first. Baal stood 7'3" with curled brown horns. He was wearing a long black coat that went down to his knees. His bald head and red skin seemed to accentuate his yellow-orange eyes and razor sh

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.