How To Be A Demon Novels & Stories

"Every month, a hundred women must sacrifice their lives, or the curse tears me apart. What sorcery did you use to withstand it?" He found nothing. Of course he found nothing. There was no charm, no medicine, no talisman. I was simply feeding on the curse he thought would kill me. "I do not know," I said innocently. "Maybe I fell in love at first sight. Maybe we were lovers for several lifetimes. Why not believe that?" I blinked up at him. Succubi had their methods. One look, one softened breath, one little pout, and even the Demon King himself looked away.

Christopher glanced at Alayna who frowned and looked away under his gaze. "There's two ways for a demon to come about. First is birth, just like any regular child. There is a chance of a demon being born if at least one parent is a demon themselves. Then there is the second way, Christopher's way, the same way of the very first demon. To be consumed by Hatred, and Anger, so much that it begins to warp their very existence. Now this is the one time that a demon can become a mindless creature, if they have nothing holding them back, nothing that will compel them to hold onto their humanity, then they become a whole different kind of monster." Alayna was the one to answer the question. Christop

“Yes. Demon wields that very same power; the difference is they aren’t limited by the ‘god of light’ like the Aureonnas are.” “So, what happens if the Demon Overlord is killed?” “They believe in many myths and legends. I’m sure they will create another target when the time comes.” “And do you believe them?” “I don’t believe in their god. But I’ve seen them wield the flames before. Over the past years they’ve grown in numbers.” “How many are they?” “They’re in their thousands.” “What? How is that even possible?” “Their tales are very… convincing. Any member who joins them would have to be ‘purified’, I call it ‘brainwashed’ —they have a ritual for that. Only then would the member be considere

they were no longer their ice-blue, but now glowed fiercely with a fiery red light, sending shivers down my spine. Sarah licked her lips as she approached him slowly. "My dear Axton," she growled softly, running her hand down his arm where scales now replaced skin. "Your transformation gathers steam with every passing moment." She ran her hand over one swollen eyebrow that was taking on demonic qualities all its own; it made Axton flinch but also revealed an underlying longing for this change to reach its full potential. “To gain the powers of a demon, you must become one. And to become a demon, you must die first.” She cackled maniacally. “Your wish has been granted. “

Kasey looked up at him confused, "what?" Mammon slowly stood up and walked around the table to lean on it in front of her, "you could always become a full-fledged demon. Then your power would be far stronger than it is now. You are only partially demon right now. But if you were able to become a REAL demon, you'd be very powerful." "A...demon. I can become stronger by becoming a demon? Is that even possible?" Kasey slowly asked, thinking it over. "Well, I'd have to gather a few things, but that wouldn't take too long. But yes, it is." Mammon watched the girl in front of him think it over.

He had finally learned to curb his bluntness and speak more tactfully. "We demons are devoted. Once we choose someone, we view them as our lifelong partner and can't betray them. A contract forms naturally. When you call me, I will appear immediately." Only then did I find out about it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I was afraid you'd reject me." Without realizing it, Raven had become my exclusive demon. The child trafficking ring that had operated for years was finally brought to justice. I also wrote a story that made headlines across the country. On the day everything was settled, I suddenly remembered something.

She cannot give someone her life suddenly just like that. "No, I can't. Instead, I will train you myself. If I mate with you through that bite, I will transfer my blood to yours, and you, having demon blood in you with proper training and guidance, can become a Demoness and take your revenge yourself, Esteria," he said so calmly, as if all this did not mean a thing. "Can't you transfer the blood another way?" Esteria asked. She promised to serve him with her body and life, not become his mate. Mating was not involved in the deal they signed.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

It was the gift of free will. Demons operated on a simple and straight principle; knock, invite and enter. Demons do not just possess a person without there being an open channel for possession so they either had to be invited, invoked or betrothed sometimes they worked on the principle of the mind; corrupt a person long enough to gain easy entrance. But mostly they didn't need this principle to steal a soul and only high ranking demons could do that.