Piano Demon Novels & Stories

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

No fence. None taken. Madison said. But it seems a little crazy that those harpies would keep trying to attack us. Something tells me it is not just by coincidence. I am afraid you are right. The fact that those harpies were here means that your foster dad is in worse hands than I thought. I am sorry. But did you just say music demon? June acts with a puzzled look on her face I did. How dangerous can a demon name polio be? Do not let the name fool you, he is a type of demon that can manipulate other folklore through his music. If he is close enough, he could bolster their strength to make them nearly invincible.

“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.”

He had finally learned to curb his bluntness and speak more tactfully. "We demons are devoted. Once we choose someone, we view them as our lifelong partner and can't betray them. A contract forms naturally. When you call me, I will appear immediately." Only then did I find out about it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I was afraid you'd reject me." Without realizing it, Raven had become my exclusive demon. The child trafficking ring that had operated for years was finally brought to justice. I also wrote a story that made headlines across the country. On the day everything was settled, I suddenly remembered something.

POV: Eriol I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities. I am on a high. Definitely on a high. You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be: PSYCHEDELIC. Yes. That's exactly the right word.

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

He paced back and forth in the room trying to calm his nerves down, but his demon was being rebellious again. I thought we made peace, he told his demon as if his demon was someone other than himself. His demon was only a name for his dark side, the evil inside of him, the anger, the wickedness, the frustration and of course the l.u.s.t and hunger. The will to manipulate and to seduce was usually what his demon enjoyed the most and usually that side of him, his demon was stronger than his good side. "Lucian." Hazel's voice interrupted his fight with his demon but as he turned around and laid eyes on her he knew there was no going back.

“Or is it the alcohol? Stronger than it used to be, huh?” I just stared at him, rigid, trembling, brain short-circuiting. He sighed again and grabbed a handful of his dreadlocks with his free hand. “You’re stiff as a noble at his own beheading. Relax. I’m not here to hurt you. Promise.” When I felt his grip loosen, I smacked his hand away and stumbled back. “What the fuck are you?” He raised a brow. “A demon, of course. You summoned me, remember?” My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. A demon? What kind of sick joke is this? Demons don’t exist.”

“But was it his mother?” “No,” the woman said, shaking her head. “It was a demon. Cunning, patient, a master of manipulation. The prince unsealed it with his own blood… not knowing he was freeing something deadly.” She leaned closer to the fire, shadows flickering across her face. “A being trapped for centuries… a demon god, sealed by powers older than kings. It promised him a reward… half its power, to use for revenge against those who had wronged him.” Zayla’s voice trembled. “What did the prince do?”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.