I M Really Not Demon God Lackey Novels & Stories

The God's must be really mad at me for being resurrected and turned into a werewolf. "Please stop Lukas, I don't want this." I beg. "I am a demon Adellee, the more you beg the more I become beasty." Lukas said as he travel from my breast don't to my core while bitting every skin he get contact with. I feel so helpless. I wish that the Moon hears my plea and send someone to help me. Like the Moon Goddess hears me, someone knocks on the door. Lukas hist and stand-up to see who's outside.

While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering. A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh.

he says glumly. I reach the final page and see it’s incomplete. It looks like he’s attempting to do a depiction of the Demon God, but he’s one of the only Gods where there’s no depiction of him anywhere, so I can see the issue. “I can see you have an amazing eye and imagination, so I think you’ll come up with something terrific. Maybe use your sketch of Jartre as inspiration,” I suggest, handing back his pad. “Why?” he asks in confusion, collecting his pad.

I spit out, just to annoy the demon a little. Than groans as if he's taking my words seriously and actually answers, "No, God and I, we don't get along." Now I understand why Lenox said demons have no sense of humour since this one surely has none. I step closer and ask another question to make my point. "So that means that God exists?" "He did. God is dead." Than whispers.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

The Northwest Demon instinctively looked at Colby, gritting his teeth; he swallowed a blood-red pill, then held his hands in front of Salem. “Please.” Salem shook his head. “I’ll let you make three moves. If not, you won’t be enough for me to warm up.” The Northwest Demon was instantly infuriated; he was also a prominent figure—a God of War who had been around for a long while. And yet, he was just a nobody in Salem’s eyes. Everyone who became a God of War was clearly extremely hardworking. After swallowing the pill, the Northwest Demon took a step forward. Bam!

“Is that a way to greet your friend?” “Damn it it’s too early for your bullshit Lev, what brings you here?” I asked with a bored look. Leviathan is my friend—yep, a demon that as far as I’ve heard is in a very high position back in hell or so it seems. Not like I really care—I don’t care about the underworld’s democracy or what-shit-not. Anyway, this idiot was the one who turned me into a demon after failing my wish and latched onto me and I guess we became friends.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

Well, what do I expect their food to eat here when the only foods in the world are made from animals, fruits, and vegetables? "Thank you, Old Remi," I thanked her with a sincere smile as I tasted the food she cooked for me. Old Remi's chicken soup is delicious, although I don't know what kind of recipe is this. But really tasty. "By the way, where is Linux?" I asked as I remembered the man who looked like a dog but turned out to be a werewolf demon. "He's just somewhere nearby. He must be thinking now about what happened to Sabina and how to get revenge on Sirus."