Primodial Demon Novels & Stories

"One who holds the exact age of a demon, as well as its name, has complete dominion over it." "I see. Like a servant?" His eyes sparkle. "Like a slave." "Oh." The redhead proceeds with the explanation: "But if it matters that much to you, our friend here is one of the Originators. Which makes him older even than Earth itself." "Originators?" "I like the way you tilt your head when you don't understand or know something." Julian doesn't seem to be debauching. "As I said earlier, there are many things we must still teach. But just to get that cloud of confusion out of your head, Originators are the demons who were cast out of Paradise."

His gaze rested upon the figure of the Wind Demon standing next to him with a vacant expression on his face – Village Head Samoa. “Well, my guy is also a freak,” then Primogenitor laughed heartily as though she was speaking to an old friend. “And he too would do anything to win,” she added, and though on cue, a massive boom was heard from Pathfinder’s end, and the female Wind Demon was sent flying.

I kept moving even though I wanted to stop. I felt my chest getting tighter, it was as if my heart would be ripped open at any time, the pain was getting unbearable and I started struggling for life. An orb left my body into her palm... She had just taken my pre-mordial spirit and before I could react to it, she crushed it. Which means the end of me... No creature has ever tampered with me to talk about having access to my primordial spirit but here I am, a prey before a millennial-aged demon that I have no power to stand against

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

"And the shadows… they tried to take me." Eldric's face went white. "Then they have awakened." Damon tightened his jaw. "Who?" With a strong voice, Eldric turned to face him. "The Primordials." There was a thick quiet in the room. Eldric went on, "The Void was never the real threat," "The Primordials—ancient beings of chaos—were sealed away long ago. But the rift has set them free." Damon's eyes grew gloomy. "And now they want Melissa."

There are also rumours where were the deities of the past that have placed a curse on the inner chambers of the temple, spiriting away any mortal that trespasses forbidden areas within. There are many stories which revolve around the ancient temple however none of them could be proven. But what is certain is that the monks of this temple have high spiritual powers and holy scriptures that have helped to serve and benefit the people of the nation far and wide and the Imperial Family are also frequent worshippers of the temple. Jin Huan himself has been here several times over the course of his life. He remembers being told that he was brought here as a baby 1 month after his birth, as are all

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

Then she spoke the word like a curse: “A Primarch.” Alexander froze. Lena felt sick. “What… what does that mean?” she whispered. Sable folded her arms. “The Primarch is the highest form of purge evolution—neither human nor weapon. A being of raw, unfiltered purge essence. They were myths. Warnings. No one thought a Primarch could manifest again.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “And you wanted THIS?” Sable shook her head. “No. I wanted control.” Her eyes flicked to Elias.

“What hunts us is no ordinary shadow. It is one of the corrupt Primals—the Master of Evil himself. We thought we ended him once. We were wrong.” A collective inhale swept the room. Chelsea whispered, “corrupt Primal?” Grammy nodded. “Before gods and guardians, before packs and clans, there were the Primals—forces of the first world, unshaped and dangerous. When balance was set in place, many were bound or destroyed. But this one… he endured, waiting for the world to soften.” Her gaze drifted to the sleeping twins. “And now he knows. He knows the Balance has risen again. He knows the heirs of light and shadow walk this world.”

Everyone was dropping everything to attend because any potential solution was worth investigating. Jamie appeared through a dimensional portal looking more corporeal than she had in years. Living in dimensional space had changed her but she still looked recognizably herself. "Thank you for coming so quickly," she began without preamble. "I have been exploring the deepest parts of the buffer dimension for months. Areas even Phoenix rarely visits." "What did you find?" Luna asked. "Ancient beings. Older than the Architects and older than the Creation Realm consciousness." Jamie's voice shook slightly. "They are called the Primordials. Reality's original creators."