Focalors Demon Name Novels & Stories

Neon purple light draws the patter as their eyes pins in a surprise backing out unto her side protecting her unto their stance as the ‘demon’ they are fighting against is the very image of the serpentine God. “Ophiuchus.” Calling God’s name as it hisses in response. Its silver scale and neon purple night eyes mark the celestial birth for both of them. Puzzled as their mind might be in a shallow trance of a shape-shifting demon who takes the image of the known God. The three took a defensive stance protecting her near as her heartbeats an unknowing pain. To the God that should be in the celestial realm and of an eminent authority where chants and proper ritual are required for days to be hear

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.

I clenched my jaw as realization set in. "She had a chance to hurt you, but she didn't. It's almost like she was toying with you. Did you say that she reeked of sulphur?" I said. "Yes, why?" "I think we have figured out who the demon is" Her eyes went wide. "Allora is a demon?" She gasped and I nodded. "Only demons reek strongly of sulphur," Jared commented. "No way," Rylee breathed. "I'm a little lost here. Are we talking about the same demon that is connected to the sigil that was found on the corpses?" Jared said.

The two peacocks retreated abruptly once again. However, they helplessly saw the pig demon twisting its buttock and running forward. It did not fart at all. Dolores, who had been fooled twice, was infuriated. “I’m going to chop off that abomination’s *ss!” She was the great Golden Immortal Demon. She had suffered grievances one after another today, so she could no longer tolerate it. She took out a very short stake that seemed to be a magical treasure. After rushing up to it, she pointed the stake forward fiercely.

Princess FELICIA stretched her hands towards the demon. FROOOOOZEN BOND The demon stretches his arms as a large ball begins to form in his hands. He opens his mouth forming a large beam ball aiming at the blades in the sky. "I won’t let you activate that magic again" Shouted summoned one. Felicia smirks. It's is not the same and she commanded. FREEZE FROST

Aria dared. “The third belongs to Astaroth, Hell’s only female demon, and in many ways the most vicious. She is responsible for inciting anger, jealousy, and rage.” Aurora took a moment to calm herself. “The second belongs to Belphegor the horned beast, and at the very top, closest to the world we know, is Melloch. According to Lucius, he brings the Reaper Army up to feed. That’s how he would have noticed the change in our atmosphere. He’s bigger than the other demons in the army and smarter. He’s also…” “Aurora what is it?”

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

Hopefully now that he was free, they couldn’t use it against him. “Yes, the shadow demon’s name is Ozul.” I cleared my throat and wiped the sweat from my brow. As the three of them continued to stare at one another, my patience began to thin. “What? What could possibly be wrong now?” “We were under the impression we had caught a shadow demon. We were…we were wrong.” Licking his plush lips, Azrael glanced over at Orion who had gone completely still. “Ozul is the name of a God. Specifically, God of the Shadows.”

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

The servant saw the appearance of the red-eyed man, bowing in respect that they would only do to royals before pushing the door open, letting him to enter. The demon stepped in, looking around to sigh on the appearance of his sibling. “Did you heard it, Focalor?” Asked the other demon. “The sound of waves and thunder at the Hell’s gate. Only one person could do that.” “He has come back home,” the demon named Focalor responded, “That stubborn little brother of ours seemed to have learned his lesson and decided to crawl back to Hell.”