Nico Robin Demon Novels & Stories

“My lord, I will accept any punishment you may mete out.” Damn Darren, he’s come through again in time to save his woman. I step out of the recovery tank. After a long time, my body has regenerated again. One of the demonic souls’ hands me the robe to cover my naked body. “Prepare a tub for Dylan.” I ordered, walking over to him and uncover his chest, seeing what Nicolette’s power can do. “You disgusted her, didn’t you?” “Yeah, I don’t know if I could have still been alive if she would have hit me full force.”

“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.

But if he really was the creature she had summoned months ago. "So you are a..." Horns appear on his head, black and gold. A pair of wings also grow on his back, with black feathers like those of a raven. His fire-colored eyes glow like two fireplaces, a smile is drawn on his cynical face. "A demon. Yes."

He spelled the word out slowly, as if even saying it might summon something dark. Jade narrowed her gaze at him, her skepticism clear. “Where exactly did you find this sample?” She looked at me with a mocking smirk on her face. Before he could respond, I reached out and placed my hand gently over his. “No, Chen,” I said with a soft smile, “it’s not the Devil. Just a demon. A powerful one, sure, but not the Devil.” I turned to Jade, my voice steady. “He helped us in a foreign land full of strangers. He’s a friend, not an enemy.”

Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening. Without hesitation, El-Kharis stepped in front of her, pulling her protectively behind him. His eyes narrowed, and his tone was sharp as he demanded, "What brings you here?" The lead water demon, a figure with shimmering, almost translucent skin and eyes that looked like whirlpools, bowed respectfully before speaking. "My Lord, the Water Council has summoned you... and your mate," he said, his gaze flickering briefly to Esteria. The way he said "mate" made Esteria's cheeks flush, though she tried to hide it behind El-Kharis's broad frame.

When Damon screaming and howls of pain persisted, Nico ordered the goons to take him back to the Manor and get Clara. Leaving him alone in the room that now smelled of smoke, blood, and the pudgy stench of open bodies, Fabio's painful growl still hit his ears. Nico sucked in his breath; This was just like he wanted it. He pulled off the mask, holding it in his left hand, loving the fresh air kissing past his face; he walked towards the table, picked up his cup, still dripping wine, and poured himself his lost dose. He took a sip, nodding his approval at the taste; he studied the wine bottle, holding the neck, shrugging; he walked around the table to a bloody Fabio gasping while pressing his

I held up my finger in protest. “Aw, give her the cookie,” the demon chided as he held onto Nora. “She came all this way from her room.” Nora shook her head, patting his hand. “When we have children, Niko, you shouldn’t give in so easily.” The demon, now dubbed Niko, rubbed his nose on Nora’s neck. “But she looks so helpless with that pouty lip.” Niko whined for me. “Please, Luci,” I pleaded. Giving me a narrowed look, he gave me one more. Ha! Now I can always negotiate. Loki must have known what I was thinking because he snickered behind Luci, who grabbed him by the neck.

Blue lightning, tiny bolts of lightning that fluttered like streamers in the wind. "What a joke," grumbles the angel. Then he simply shoves the axe into the ground, opening a crack where the two sides of the blade break the ground. "What are you doing?" whispers Shandra. Desmon's eyes begin to turn as red as blood. His white wings spread open. "Now you will understand who you have messed with, you insignificant vermin." Dark red flames begin to fall behind him, very reminiscent of the small embers that Sam and Julian summoned when they were concentrating their own power. Desmon's debauched expression disappears, giving way to an unbelievable seriousness.

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

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"