Good Demon Novels & Stories

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

He laughed. “I don't understand. If he is Satan in the flesh then what are you doing working for him? You seem to be such a nice person.” I couldn't even believe the words were coming out of my mouth. “Demon.” He corrected me. “I am such a nice demon. Not everything is as simple as good or evil. Even Lucifer himself has a good side. He may be known for the way he punishes the wicked but you don't see him harming good people. Any who are led astray by him did so of their own free will. Good people do not just turn evil because someone promises them all they ever wanted. You will see. I have to be going. I will be sending Phenex to help get you ready for dinner. You must look your best to impr

I decided to follow him and see what he does. *Damian* I decided to go for a walk and clear my head after Drago had decided to show himself to me. I can’t believe I’m a demon! But I don’t feel like a demon. Everyone believes that demons are evil but I don’t feel evil, I feel like a normal human being. But I knew demons had powers and I had to think back to my childhood to see if I had these powers but unfortunately I have amnesia. I needed to test myself! I needed to know!

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

In the demon hierarchy, the Seven Sins are the most powerful demons of the realm, second only to Lucifer. “How may I be of service today, my lord?” “Rumour has it that you theorized about a way of making demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. How true is this?” Gilbert breaks out in a sweat at Pride’s request. “How did he manage to get hold of such information?” he wonders. He indeed hypothesized that it was possible to somehow make demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. But it is just a mere hypothesis. He has not even gotten the core material needed to even confirm it. How would he announce such an uncertified claim, especially for a matter as critical as this? He is no

I try to move but with every attempt, my body feels pain as if is being hit by a boulder. "Now, are we going to have a decent discussion about why you're here, or am I going to kill you, I'll let you decide." He stops in front of me looking down at me. He kneels and lifts my head, "You may speak." "I just arrived here, I was in a graveyard and a door suddenly appeared here and when I went through I ended up here," I realized I was speaking fast out of fear, "I'm just looking for my friend." "Despite what you may think, we "Demons" are quite fair. We aren't necessarily evil, yet people like to believe there is an actual concept between good and evil and we are the lesser half."

Something inside of him whispered to him everyday that he was a demon. “I believe I am demon.” “Demons don’t believe they are demons, they know they are demons. It’s inside of you and it reminds you everyday of what you are.” This man just described what Lucian felt everyday. It meant only one thing, Lucian was indeed a demon. Then what about him being a witch? “These things that you killed…” Lucian began. “Yes, these hideous things were also demon. Different kind of demons.” He explained. Different kind? “And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.”

, he said and turned away but Kyle pulled him back again, " Answer my damn question!", " He's not just a man!" Damien yelled, his hand shivering as the undying memories flashed across his eyes, " he's a devil, a demon, a psychopath!" he shouted at the top of his voice and started panting lightly. " How? Who's he? Isn't he just a businessman?", " You fool, remember the underworld supreme one I told you about?", " Yes? You said he didn't exist", " Oh well, he did exist and he's Christian Charles",

“Oh, I know a few,” Demon replied, that mischievous smirk still on his face and had now creeped into his tone. “Don Hilton’s is a good place to go. Very nice place if you want to impress a girl.” “Thank you, Demon,” I said, and in a carefree tone I added, “Now, keep your eyes on the road before you crash us both.” Demon let out a loud burst of laughter. I smiled, making absolutely no effort to repress how happy I was.