Poem Demon Novels & Stories

she said. There was enough question as to whether or not demons existed in the modern world, but Sofia was just beginning to become wary of the man standing before her. Not that he looked like a demon or anything like that. He certainly didn't act like a demon, or a devil for that matter. Hell, for that matter, Sofia wasn't sure what a devil was or how they acted, but not him, no fucking way. “I’m no demon,” he said, peering down at his stitching work.

"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?"

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

Like a true monster in the closet. Though, let me explain this to you first. Down in hell, a demon is a creature that possesses no face, no noticeable feet or hands; it is a thing that hovers like an ominous black cloud over your shoulder. But, you put a demon on earth, well, there will be no way that you could see the difference. He shall, however, need to fill his craving for flesh. Why father made them that way, I always thought he was having a wicked bad day. As for the soul part, well, that is their main part. They are created to take and leave nothing. So, finding him, for me, will not be impossible, for I will know what deaths I shall be looking out for. Therefore I am counting on hav

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

"Jacob! Jacob! Help me!" His cry seemed to go unheard because the smoke that surrounded him only grew thicker and he was surprised when a red creature, with two horns, and a long tail appeared in front of him. A demon. "What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Linus asked fearfully. "I'm going to give you an offer." The demon laughed hysterically and showed an event just like Lord Rasmus was doing. "You killed a lot of people... and in exchange for those souls, I will give you power. You will be able to do everything. I will make you my disciple and you will not have to think about what else to do. I will let you, unlike Lord Rasmus who stops you from everything you want and punishes you.

“Stop playing games. It wouldn’t work.” The man heard a laugh echoing inside the room, but he still didn’t make a move. The laugh subsided only when the demon appeared from the ceiling like a shadow. His face was hiding behind the hood. “Exile,” the demon said to the man. “A higher god is doing the job of a lesser god.” “I don’t care,” the man growled. “Let’s make it quick. I hate the smell here.” “I don’t want to. You can’t make me.”