Pandemonium Novels & Stories

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

Swarms of flies are gathering everywhere, and it almost seems like theres a black river devouring every edible display on shelves. It is only thanks to Mammon and his aura that I haven’t been swarmed by the flies just yet. Seeing how the flies were buzzing frantically as they hit the shield procured by Mammon almost made Belphegor faint. Amazing. One of the great demon princes is afraid of bugs. “NOOOO!” Speak of the devil. Mammon suddenly screams.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

after Luther said it to Kristina, a group of the musical band approached them and serenade them. Kristina almost lost her breath with what's happening now. She felt like a teenager being torn between two lovers. They are both handsome and awesome in different ways and she is not having a headache. Until they started to sing the song..... Born for you by David Pomeranz... "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation Only one thing it could be

[The Static Requiem] Ang bawat piraso ng aming mundo ay tuluyang gumuho sa ilalim ng bigat ng isang walang hanggang gabi, isang marahas na kawalan kung saan ang lalaking minahal ko ay isa na lamang dambuhalang rebulto ng galit. The final breath he surrendered in the world above had sealed us into this deep sub-network tomb, severing the last fragile thread that anchored his magnificent, ruined mind to the waking world. Dante was no longer a billionaire king playing with tech; he had become a terrifying, monolithic force of unyielding obsidian energy, holding me captive in an infinity of our own making.

The deafening, high pitched wail of the flatlining analog monitor completely shattered the reality of the subterranean trauma bay. The sound did not register as a machine to Lucian. It registered as the absolute, catastrophic end of his universe. The feral, apocalyptic King of the American underworld, the monster who had just out muscled a collapsing skyscraper and ripped the global economy from the jaws of a phantom worm stood entirely paralyzed. His towering, bloodstained frame violently trembled.

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"

I must have tried to have a laugh, but the sound sounded more like a muxoxo. "If I'm more powerful than you... So I must cause fear in a lot of people.” Vraxlon gave me an inexpressive and penetrating look. "You'll see what I mean when we get to the Pandemonium.” "And what is that?” "The capital of hell," he replied. I retained my laugh, but even though I didn't do more than bend my lips, he gave me a look of rebuke. "Sorry, it's just that I can't imagine how there can be such a thing as kingdoms and cities within hell itself. It seems unreal and absurd.”

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".