Laughing Demon Novels & Stories

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

His eyes wide with amusement, arousal, and lust. Smirking, I mumbled, “trust me. I’d rather hold a cactus than hold you.” I wanted to be intimidating, but what happened next astounded me. The Devil laughed. He threw his head back laughing, clutching his stomach with tears building up on the side of his eyes. My cheeks were on fire, my entire body was trembling in anger, humiliation. I turned my back on him to hide my embarrassment and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m... sorry…” he said in between laughs. He didn’t sound sorry at all. He takes fun in making me mad at him, he’s turning me into a laughingstock. “Ren…”

The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword "This fool begged me to be his partner in crime, even though he had impregnated another woman. If I hadn't known him for a long time and understood that he was so stupid, I would have slapped him back and forth on charges of abuse..." Ariesta folded her arms over her chest. As usual in all sentences he spoke softly. But this one is really satire "Help friends don't be angry..." Edzar muttered. "If you had a little guts, you would have stayed in the aokigahara forest with Ayumi to avoid your father, rather

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the devil.” His eyes narrow as he takes in my appearance. “Lana, what happened to you?” he looks on as the locusts continue to devour the spiders. “Are those locusts eating the Arachia demons?” I shrug my shoulder and point to the locusts devouring the creatures with a wide, maniacal grin. “Yep,” I giggle. “It looks like they messed with the wrong girl.” I laugh again, which makes his brow furrow.

The small sound emitted by the demon lord froze his delegation. “Oh, only now you remembered me, my labels.” She snickered evilly under the mask. Her pupil shook excitedly. “Puh! AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Shadow set off. Her laughter erupted and echoed inside the room full of demons, devils, and other delegations. Chayan startled. His trauma began to act as soon the laughter rang inside his ears. The anxiety and the fight and flight activated because of her. His head still remembered her before he passed out on earth.

Bahm gets up from the bed yelling in a fury. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!! This is my, DEMON FIGHTING TIME!! HUNNIE, did so much in such a short matter of seconds, I don't know WHAT to trust! I wasn't even a demon anymore because of something SHE DID!!" Bahm pulls his hair, panting like a wild animal with wide eyes. Kris stays silent and deep down, I felt crushed by Bahm's behavior. Tears sprung from my eyes involuntarily and a sob follows right after.

Loki rubbed his chin, looking to the ceiling. “Probably taking hellhound shit and putting it in the servants’ toilets. Their shits are huge and they can’t flush, so you have to get a stick to break it up.” Loki made a stirring motion like he was brewing a witch’s brew. “It makes all the older demon women scream so loud Dad can hear it in Mom’s garden when we are all having breakfast!” Loki rolled back on the bed laughing. I snorted, even though he said a bad word. He was having fun.

“He is a liar and is deceitful!” The sound of someone’s loud and amused laughter. It came from Noir. “Funny…” Noir mocked. “Coming from you, Shaman. Aren’t you a bit of a liar too? Maybe you’re a demon as well. But in ugly clothing.” The demon giggled as his voice disappeared and only Abbadon’s presence remained. Laced with chaos and confusion, the sudden shock and fear as someone who was merely freed from a spell, from a nightmare would face a choice such as this. Life or death. Death of his own son, as he was given the chance to live again.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"