Piano Demon Novels & Stories

I'm Tari" I let go of my chest and moved in the piano seat. "Senior Tari?". "Just call my Tari". I nod and look face the piano. "I see sey something dey my mind and it's you". I whispered and of course I hit the wrong note. "Umm, let me help with that". He suddenly said. I felt him take a seat right next to me so close, I move a bit. "Breathe and let the music flow from your mind, heart to your fingers. You seem to have a l ot on your mind". Imagine witnessing a murder without reporting and now you're seeing the ghost of the person.

KAYLEEN The silence went deafening as he studied me by locking our eyes together. “Sick? You are a psychopathic woman.” His voice is calm yet they are like daggers straight to me, aiming my chest. They are painful as being burned in fire. He turned his back and it made me grab on his arm stopping him from whatever he is thinking. “Please, if you are going to tell the police not now. I beg you. I need to get rid of her inside of me. She’s the real demon.”

Never had I imagined that the man whom I called friend had such Ill intentions towards me. "Have some more perseverance, wait till midnight, when I announce it to all our guests. Just exercise a bit more patience my love." He softly spoke into her ears, gently playing with her ginger locks of hair. "I've arranged a lover for her amongst the guests to claim she has been unfaithful and deflowered. After this humiliation, no one shall ever dare to lend the Bellemere's any financial aid. They'll die repaying debt." He furthermore went on to say without any form of shame at all.

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."

While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering. A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh.

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

Zalakai rested a hand over his chest before he nodded to the lesser Demon, "What's he in for?" "He was sent back after possessing a priest." His father's eyes sparkled for a moment, "An Exorcist." "Not any Exorcist." The shadow Demon squeaked out, "But the Exorcist." He stated. "Rayleigh." Zalakai mumbled softly. "I didn't ask you here initially about the Exorcist, Zalakai." His father stood beside him now, "This Demon had been spewing nonsense about that Witch you have imprisoned."

The demon rolled it's eyes, "Greedy leach, he didn't tell anyone. Wanted the whole fun for himself only, then brag about it later. I know he sent his right-hand, Zimri, to fetch you. I know you killed him too. I'm the only one smart enough to get this close to you." Eleanor exhaled, "What do you want with me?" The demon's head tilted to the side, "To possess you, of course." "Why?" "Oh my love, you don't know the magnitude of raw power etched into your bones, do you?" Eleanor thought about it, then shook her head. The demon's eyes widened, "It really is you! So innocent. Your power can help me defeat the Bastard!" "All this, is just so you can defeat him?"

Back in The Demon King's Castle (Plug-in, 🎵"Tibiakassé-Stupéfiant"🎵 Back in The Kingdom of Gabhaàr, Bahm invited a few of his trusted girls to his castle. The sound of hardcore music was playing in the second hall and a variety of drugs coated over a long, glass end table. A few vampire chicks were kissing deeply with one another, while the rest few watch The Demon King dance on a wooden table. His drugged filled body was gyrating and jerking to every beat of the music.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.