Goetia Demon Novels & Stories

It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use. Firstly, the demon is a prince of Hell commonly named as Gaap. Second, as Marcus had experienced first hand, the lecher has the power to intensify love and hatred. And third, it was a transporter demon. The book wasn’t able to expound what these meant though, but the data indicated somewhere between the lines of royalty and high-class. Something that Marcus would have a challenge indeed. No wonder it wasn’t affected by the holy verses he used to exorcise it. H lifted a brow. “Hmmm... for an exorcist priest, you do know how to cuss.”

I answered. "Women?" She asked in a low tone. "Yes, so it's kind of embarrassing," I answered. "We are demons." She pointed out. "I know and that still doesn't change that I am a male, and you are a female," I answered. "Demons all bathe in the same river which is close to the forest, be it female or male, and they are allowed to make babies there because the water grants them fertility," Dinel said coldly when she grabbed a light blue robe.

Catherine asks with sweat drooling from her head, “That thing does not look human at all!” “You are right, it is not a human being or a witch or a creature of this world and it is also not a god but it is a demon!” Buoyant gets closer to Genteel, “But what would a demon want here and how did it know where to find us.” “Because of Divine, the demon is here to find Divine!” Genteel answers turning to leave. “Wait! The Divine? That little bright girl that used to come here with Tofireyi? Is she here?” his face lights up, “Where is she and why would a demon be looking for her!” Buoyant throws another question.

"There are footprints by the side of the road. Probably leading to where it must look like the dark woods." "No. He can't go there. Is he crazy!? Why is he taking mother's head there!?" "To feed it to a witch and have a contract, most probably." Upon Jean furrowing his eyebrows, Ronan remembered out of the blue how young the boy actually was. Just seventeen, without his mother, his father and now...without his brother as well. "A demon's blood is considered ultimate elixir for a witch who worships the devil himself. Especially if it is a...she." Jean rolled his head while groaning at Ronan.

“And let me guess. Now that a true demon has appeared in this realm, I’m the main course on his menu?” “Precisely,” Enyeto said. “Your body is brimming with pure zhil vae. To a vhal liri, you are a walking battery of the very power he needs to fully bridge the gap between worlds. He wants to skin your essence and wear it.” “And what’s in it for us?” Kael asked, his posh accent returning with a sharp, sarcastic edge. “Aside from the pleasure of not being turned into a celestial tracksuit?”

"I'll keep it simple. A White Giant or not, Deimon Ashworth — you are no match for the Ozeth Alpha." "What?" The word left Deimon's mouth before he could architect it, involuntary, his fury surfacing before he held it back. Romulus did not blink. "Because, Master Ashworth — Jebediah Ozeth is the living incarnate of the demon god Indra."

"Who is he, dad?" "I know you don't remember, son, but he was also an Archon. He used to play with you, but he was very mischievous, that lad. The last I heard, he had turned into a demon. Asmodin is the king of demons dedicated to lust. And if he said that to your other half, it means someone offered her to him in payment for his services." "Really?"

He wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. "DeVayne was involved in all sorts of dark practices, and you'll need magic to help defeat Harrison. It appears these despicable individuals summoned a demon," Westwood explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "A demon?" Parker blinked, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "Well, it was once something else. It used to be a revered spirit called Okami, a sort of Japanese ghost wolf. But DeVayne's wickedness twisted it, and now, the Okami is all that's keeping Harrison intact," Westwood elaborated.

Steadying her breath, Lyka poured down, her misery, her words, her anger, “But secretly, Théoden had swerved from the right-hand path. He deterred towards evil and sought after the darkness of the magick. We never knew, we never looked beyond his words. In the dark of night, between the shadows, he signed a pact with the devil, the destroyer of light. He used the goat of Mendes, Baphomet, to call on evil forces. Oh, the covetousness of humans, destroying the goodness within, the selfish need to find and feed the power, oh, what misery it always brings!” “He did it all when we slept, and the next day, he was the gold we know, the good, the friend.” Shalom said. “He practiced black Magick away

With my stubbornness, I almost couldn’t believe that I was asking a demon for help. “I need information. There’s a demon that I need your help finding.” “A demon?” He sounds interested. His stance changes, leaning a bit in interest. “What kind of demon are you looking for?” “The Gargantuan Dragon of Fire—Gorshe.” “Gorshe!?” Belphegor exclaims. “Why would you be looking for that demon!?”