Novel & Cerita Part Time Demon Lord

Being part of the Supernatural world opens your eyes to many things. Demons were created after the fall of Lucifer. Unlike some angels, we were not made in heaven. A few of us are the progeny of the six demon lords who served as lieutenants for Lucifer. The rest of the demons are just products of evil souls that Lucifer enslaved. Only the progeny of a demon lord has real power. That is until each Lord rebelled against Lucifer. That’s the bad part of being evil─ everyone wants to rule. Each demon lord wanted to be the master of hell, and Lucifer disagreed. One day he sent his most trusted enforcers to annihilate each Lord, including my father. My mother was a minor demoness of no real power.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

Zayla said quietly, her hands tightening at her sides. Edan said nothing, waiting, patient. Zayla’s chest rose sharply. She pushed back her chair and stood. Her voice was hard now. “Fine. I’ll go.” She started toward the door. Lyra was already on her feet, silently following. “You don’t need to follow me,” Zayla said over her shoulder. ************************** Above the palace, a dark mist twisted in the sky, eyes—or whatever it had—fixated below. Asher… I’ve heard of him… it hissed. I’m being drawn… what memories does he hide? Half human… half demon… isn’t that perfect? Consuming his soul will give me all the power I crave… ha… ha… ha… ha…

But if you were to ask Wise, he would reply without hesitation, "Ten thousand." In a clandestine maneuver orchestrated by their lord, 9000 demons had seamlessly transformed into human form, ready to serve as a formidable force under Wise's command. However, for this particular conflict, Wise had chosen to deploy only five hundred of these demon knights, the elite among their kind. The first wave of demon knights, a hundred strong, had been summoned to the battlefield, their demonic essence unleashed as they wreaked havoc in the heart of the Merlock formation. These monstrous warriors, honed through months of rigorous training within the depths of the dungeon, had recently completed their tra

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

In the hall, she checked if had the keys and the phone in her purse, then ran outside, closing the doors. Damon was awakened by some annoying, buzzing noise, so stood up slowly, stretching lazily. He was a tall, muscular man, brown-haired, with gray eyes filled with a magnetic glow, and was surrounded by an aura of mystery that attracted women to him. His hair was cut short and he was dressed in a leather jacket and black velvet pants. Damon didn't even take them off to sleep, so didn't have to get dressed. In addition to beauty and mystery, also hid a dark secret that people did not notice - he was a demon, a completely evil creature whose main purpose was to lead people to the wrong path a

I cut in not wanting to unnecessarily prolong our visit. Liam observed me for a moment, he plopped down on the bed casually. "What about it?" He shrugged. "Do you know whose party it was?" Liam looked at me curiously before finally responding. "Caleb Johnson. He throws these sick parties every weekend, whenever his parents are away." I nodded, taking in the information. "Did you know about Allison Wyatt?" I asked after a while. "She's the chick who was murdered in her apartment, right?" Liam responded.

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”

Let's just see who will win this game in the morning then. As soon as the sun went up, I woke up to start the day. This has been a routine for me as the head butler of the house. The residents of the underworld would surely laugh at me for these insignificant domestic chores. I am a demon prince for crying out loud. I am not supposed to be under a human's command. But in order for me to be able to spend time with Andrea, to get her trust and to receive her love, I had to do this demon-discriminating job every day for as long as it takes. I finished everything in one go; supervising the human maids and errand boys to do this and that, taking care of the menu for the day, checking the meat bus