Infernal Demons Novels & Stories

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

"Or in a simpler term, praise to the 'god' Mammon, one of the seven demons of hell responsible for humanity's greed and its most selfish and grotesque desires. This demon is called upon by those who want to be above everything else, no matter how. Because you need to understand this, demons are everywhere, but they appear when they are called or summoned. Everything you've heard about demons or possessions doesn't happen just because. It's because they are called by mortal souls with dark hearts. "How many demons exist?" Saying that the snow-haired one wasn't scared would be an understatement. The information his friend was telling him was so overwhelming that he was trying not to break int

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

And now… now the time was here. "Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone.

My heart was still beating even though I was now a reasonable distance from the fast food. What a waste of time that had been. If she had just told me not to bother going in there or stopping the car at all, I would have saved myself, the time, the money and the strength that I used to running away from those things. “Ice!” “Okay fine! I'll tell you. They're Envy's. They're not humans, they're demons. They're descendants of the Fatals.” She said that and stopped like that was supposed to mean something to me. In all my life, id never heard of anything like that before.

Somehow, that only makes the guilt in my chest worse. “Good,” she says, patting my hand like I’m still seven. “Then listen to someone older and stop arguing like you know more than the Church. I’ve lived long enough to know what you’re facing, Angel. I entered this convent before you could even walk. Demons are God’s creations who chose evil. They are ugly, cold, and unclean. That’s all you need to know.”

But something was different. No, not something. It was me that was different. There were two kinds of demons, though most mortals couldn’t tell the difference. The first was the traditional sort that they would expect, the ones that most stories got right. Souls that weren’t accepted into the realm of their creator and were cast into the Underworld. They screamed, they fought, they begged until they broke down into something unrecognizable. If Hades deemed that they’d suffered enough, then he allowed them to be and reborn.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

"To warn you I was coming to church next week, I'm sure. Good thing too, so you can warn Vargas. However, I'm sure your little friend already knows. When exactly did you start working with demons, anyway?" This time the older man laughed. "Demons? Please, Rhychard, don't tell me you actually believe in demons?" Rhychard smiled. "You're a preacher. Isn't it your job to believe in them?" Running his hand through his perfect hair, Adrian gave a slight shrug of his thick shoulders. "The demons of today are addictions, more or less, like alcohol, sex, or drugs. They're negative personality traits like envy and greed. Demons are allegorical, Rhychard, the stuff of fantasy writers."

The impostor laughed heartily while holding his chest, "the whole world knows of Aldophus and his little maid sweetie." * "He was sent by the Lord to pull you out from hiding. You should go and check up on your maid, he's there." The lowly demon said and disappeared. Lowly demons were said to be puppets of higher demons because they held no supernatural power like the higher ones who could change their appearance. By working for them, they're promoted to another level in hell. Aldophus opened the door and rushed out of the house towards the inn as that was where he saw Sara the last time.