Noche Del Demonio Novels & Stories

x Lucifer was no ordinary demon; he was the first to fall, the architect of rebellion, and the embodiment of forbidden beauty. The light-bringer turned dark king, his presence was both intoxicating and overwhelming. His eyes burned like twin suns on the verge of collapse, a golden fire encased in endless darkness. His voice was low, rich, and melodic, carrying the weight of eons and the promises of ruin.

With a sigh, El-Kharis turned away from the sleeping princess and slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. In the dimly lit hallway, a group of demons approached, their eyes glinting with suspicion and curiosity. One of them, a tall demon with rough, scarred skin and glowing red eyes, stepped forward. "Lord," he growled, "we heard rumors of a human in the castle. Is it true?" El-Kharis's eyes narrowed. "It is none of your concern," he replied, his voice cold. "Leave now." The demon scoffed. "None of our concern? After what the humans have done to us? We deserve to know!"

I'm number 24. What the hell is happening? I refresh the page three times. He's still following me. A DM pops up. **@lennoncross: See you tomorrow, Sloane.** I stare at the screen for a full minute. Tomorrow. The meeting. It's real.

Belts unbuckled, pants dropped, cocks springing free. Alonso's was thick, veined, head already leaking; Cristian's longer, curving up. They stroked each other while making out, grunts mixing with wet smacks of lips. “Condoms,” Cristian muttered, breaking the kiss. He grabbed two from the table, ripping packets open. They rolled them on, latex snapping tight, lubing up with quick pumps of fists. Alonso's eyes never left me, cock twitching in his hand. The bed dipped as they climbed on, Cristian positioning in the middle.

Adrian POV Morning creeps in behind gray clouds, washing the villa in a pale, exhausted light. The rain from last night still clings to the windows, streaking the glass like veins. I haven’t slept. I can’t. My mind keeps replaying the footage—the hooded figure, the black corridor, the moment the camera died. A ghost walking through my house. Luca is already waiting in the study, a mug of coffee untouched beside the files. He looks like hell, but focused hell.

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

It was more than just politeness, and the smile that formed on his face let me know he appreciated it. “Excellent. What can I get you to drink tonight?” “A glass of Merlot,” she said, then froze. “Wait, I’m sorry. Can I get a Sprite?” “No problem. And for you?” He looked to me, but I was stuck staring at her. Before her order, I still couldn’t believe it was real, that maybe I’d misunderstood, but changing her drink confirmed it. Solidified it. “Bourbon. Neat.” I finally got out.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

“Fucking hell, you’re all so noisy.” Abbadon nods. “Eight hours left.” The demon enunciated aloud. “At sunrise. If the last descendant of Lobo still stands. Let Kieran eat her heart.”