Novel & Cerita Part Time Demon Lord

Hendrix replied. "The demon in me is your lord, Hendrix?" Alex asked, puzzled. "Yes, he is. Haven't you wondered why I am the only one who can make you return to your normal state whenever it feels like you're about to erupt?" Hendrix eyed Alex and continued, "I'm the demon's keeper. Its protector. Your people have harmed my demon, and that is why I would ruin them."

When he was ready to speak, he looked up at her. "I am a demon, as you already know. Demons come from hell. I wasn't sent on an assignment or anything. Contrary to what you think, I am here because I...because I want to be here. This world helps me to be everything that I've always wanted to be, free and my own person. As the first son of the devil, I am responsible for overseeing the affairs of my fellow demons on this planet." The more he spoke, the more her eyes narrowed on him. Klaus moved away from the wall and started to walk back to his couch. He settled into it and leaned forward, placing both his elbows on each of his thighs respectively.

demon:- I told you the truth this world will become ugly if you rule it, that's why I am telling you to let me be king. crab:- don't talk much it's annoying. demon:- I can prove to you my intelligence, you are working for someone else, only an idiot send you to play a game but he wanted to control the power of illumination, am I right, you are working for someone else. crab:- that doesn't matter you are going to die for our lord. demon:- look I am worthy lord than your lord, obey me, and I shall ignore your mistake. carb:- how dare you talk about my lord, when this whole word rejects us he accepted us like his own child, and give us new life.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

“Wow. Five hundred years trapped in hell, and this is what I get? Not a dark sorcerer, not a twisted warlord, nope. A lightweight who can’t hold his liquor.” I sighed, dusting myself off. “Great. Just great.” I nudged the guy with my boot. No reaction. He reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation. Fantastic. This was my ticket out of hell? A sloppy human who probably thought N*****x counted as ritual research I crouched down, peering at his unconscious face. “Hey, champ. You realize you just summoned a demon, right? Step one is usually staying awake.” Still nothing. I flopped back on the floor with a dramatic groan. “Unbelievable. I survive centuries of torture, brimstone, and eternal screamin

I walked either Chase to the building designated for classes , on the way there I was waved at and also wave to a bunch of random people and some acquaintances. The first class for today is demonology, its my best class because i get to learn more about the evil creatures that took half of me away, i will not call it obsession but i need to get revenge and i will no matter what it takes. the demon lord is lucas, he was once good friends to the king of lorren which is the name of the country we are in,but he allowed jelousy and envy lead him and darkness ate him along the way, his thirst for power fueling the angered soul of the demons that are waiting to feast on innocent souls.

"Hayes!" "I had something better to do." Hayes lazily says as he glances over his shoulder to the lord with a nasty smirk plastered on his greying skin. The lord of Demons was merely the commander and general of the demon race. He was the one controlling most of the training and security the demons had to learn and do. He looked just like the rest of the demons, except, this one had a human-like body frame than the rest that were weirdly shaped and in all forms. The lord of Demons was the only one capable of speaking to the dark deities and dark gods.

He seemed pissed. "I wonder what a demon lord is doing here away from his realm." Gwen spoke without fear. "What the fuck is she doing? Demon, seriously Mr. Nathan!" Samantha hissed while Nathan looked guilty. "Who are you and how do you know who I am?" The Demon spoke coming in sight. It was in its partial demon form, in its human body but with black burnt flesh, blood red eyes, long and shap bull horns with dangerously razor sharp teeth and his black bat like wings.

“Come on!” A massive form burst from the beach—a sand demon, its eyes glowing like molten coals, wings unfurling with a terrifying snap. Larkam stood his ground. “Partheos.” The demon sneered. “You are not of angelic blood, preacher.” “Go back to Hell, foul beast!” Larkam shouted. Partheos sniffed the air, then paused—confused. He sensed something… angelic. “It’s too late,” the demon hissed. “The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.”

she demanded incredulously. Both Paoli and William laughed slightly at her reaction. “Please don't take offense,” Paoli said after a moment. “I didn't mean it in a negative way.” Emily gave him a dubious look. “You tell me one way being half demon could be a positive thing." Paoli sobered slightly, a small smile still playing around the edges of his mouth. “The world of immortals is full of demons," he informed her patiently, as though he were speaking to a small child. "We aren't exactly the way it's recorded religiously. Here, being at least part demon is commonplace.”