Paimon King Of Hell Novels & Stories

I look forward to the day when I will find my queen and together we will protect our kingdom. My name is Mateo Morrison. The most powerful and noble king in the history of the Lycan kingdom, I am the most powerful and noble of all. I strictly enforce my dominance over all Lycans. I am a compassionate ruler, but at the same time, I am the most impious and cruel to those who dare challenge me. I despise killing my enemies because I enjoy torturing them in the most horrible and sinister way. It’s no fun to kill them immediately. I take pleasure in watching my enemies squirm in pain and fear as I show my power over them. I show no mercy to those who oppose me, and I make sure they understand the

Adrian said finally. Vaelreth seemed intrigued. “No?” “I hate monsters.” The king’s brow lifted slightly. “And what do you consider a monster?” Adrian met his gaze. “Anyone who enjoys hurting the weak.” For a moment neither of them spoke. Then something strange happened. The Demon King laughed. Not loudly. Not mockingly. Just a quiet, genuine sound of amusement. “That,” Vaelreth said softly, “is an unexpectedly noble answer from a man who kills for a living.”

Standing inside the throne room where no chandelier or a single torch existed, the zaps of the lightning bolts were the only thing that brought occasional illumination inside the vast area. Standing in front of the flame throne, Damon the Prideful did not live up to his name when he knelt to the marble floor. “Greetings to the flame king, Demon King Lucifer the Prideful of the Nether World. This humble Halfling answers your call.” Damon’s right knee kissed the marble floor while his left knee was bent to support his upper body while his head was bowed down to show the absolute humiliation to the only kin of the prideful king. Damon was the only one needed to bend his knees when greeting the

She was going to tell him what he wanted anyway. Completion Rate: 18 “We don’t know how he appeared, or what he was before he became what he is now. But he is a Demon King of the Wind. According to texts we found, he is the son of the God of Evil Humbaba. It is said according to the texts that Humbaba was sealed. Yet Pazuzu remains, and his danger to our world is real.” Completion Rate: 20 “A Demon King?” This was the first Mane was hearing about demons. He knew they existed, but apart from that he didn’t know much.

His voice was full of authority. My skin was stitching itself back together, somehow this hurts just as bad as the mending of my broken bones from the fall. I kept on growling and grunting from the immense pain. "W..what kingdom? Wh...who are...you?" I was trying to voice my words, but the pain was so intense that I had to pause a couple of times. "I'm King Eustace from the North Kingdom of Hell..." Savaric had told me about the kingdoms in hell, he said that there were several kingdoms in hell. They reign various lands and spent more time at wars against each other, all kingdoms were pretty much chaos.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

She brings my hand up to her mouth, placing a kiss on the back of my hand. As I lay here with her in my arms, I silently thank the moon goddess for giving me her. These past years with her have been the best years of my whole life. I use to think to have a mate would make me weak. I am the lycan king, I am the monster that people are afraid of, the monster that would kill anyone without a second thought, and I was fine with being that monster. I didn't want some woman trying to change me into something I was not, so I never wanted a mate.

My mouth burned the moment his member entered but the pain only made me want more of him. At first it was difficult as his dick was too big to fit in my mouth, but seconds later, I adapted. I soon found myself sucking his juicy cock, drool dripping down my lips as my head bobbed up and down. It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't his doing any longer, but mine. I wanted him badly, to have his burning cum coating the walls of my mouth. I wanted… the Demon King. I know it sounds like a lot, but it didn't start here. Let me tell you how I summoned the Hell Overlord–and made a deal I couldn't escape.

"It all sounds good and wonderful but again, I'm not interested. I like my solitude. If the current 'vampire king' knows that I helped him, he would have my head" "He is not the king. He is just a murderer and imposter. You are not that secluded as you paint the picture. If we can find you then he can too. And what will stop him from taking you? Using you for your powers? He already has a mage under his thumb and he will do the same with you" "Nonsense! He doesn't scare me. I can handle him"