Focalors Demon Name Novels & Stories

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"

El-Kharis explained, tired of defending his mate. "That does not matter, El-Kharis. Whether she is a human orb or not, she is a potential danger to us, and we need her to leave," Zareon, an earth demon, said angrily. "Zareon, you better know your place. Don't forget you are just a representative of your god here," El-Kharis snapped back, standing up angrily to leave. "She is a demoness of all five elements, El-Kharis," Lilith finally spoke, her terrifying yet calm and alluring voice echoing across the room, prompting El-Kharis to sit down again.

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

I explain. "So can you like make a dæmon?" The corner of my lip curls upward for just a moment. "I made my own dæmon." "What!" "His name was Sorin. He was a dragon." Her eyes widen as she leans forward, almost as if to see me better. "Wait—you're saying you made a dragon dæmon!" "He was a small dragon but yes. He was about two meters long if you included his tail." Her face falls. "Was?"

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.”

I thought about not holding back the noise. Meanwhile, in another room of Goki's pleasure house, there were the strangest customers, the big boss of an old chain of workshops, one of the rich people in the city. Andalusian Orion, the rich blue demon, muscular and beautiful, his strength was envied, the lord of wolves and blue demons. In which he would come back... Those bodies moving with the flames that enveloped them with the strength of passion, they were the slaves of desires and pleasures, it was a well-paid job, in which everyone had their desires fulfilled.