Sadness Demon Novels & Stories

Now that I knew about his wickedness, the slightest change in his emotion scared me to death. “Let me go!” I shivered with my eyes closed. “I’ll forgive you for what you did and won’t send any priests after you. What I can’t do is continue a relationship with a demon. I am begging you to spare my life. You’ll find a better woman than me.” “Do you even know what a demon is, Cass?” Desmond asked rather calmly. “A fallen angel, Satan’s minion, the foulest creature on Earth,” I answered with shut eyelids.

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”

Carefully, Rose who stared at the woman, raised the question, “What did the demon took from her?” “The ability of feeling remorse,” The woman replied, “Demons, unlike us fed on our emotions. It is their way to watch us suffer and take entertainment from it. Don’t mistaken how this sound like something simple. The first sorcerers who couldn’t understand the feeling of remorse slowly became someone she was not. She started to kill on her own people but she could not feel remorse or learn that she had been in the wrong. This led her to her eventual demise as her trusted friend who was forced to kill her.”

The demon was thrilled for two extremely powerful spiritual pressures coming after him, and he'd been wanting more excitement ever since his last brawl against Hayze. The excitement trickled away when the demon turned around, disgusted to see two black women as his opponents. "Sending monkeys after me is one thing... but just tell me ya ain't that Tubman monkey." The Hooded Demon's deep accent expressed hatred, his red spiritual aura began to expand with his anger. "I was expecting that boy from last time." Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves.

"What's wrong?" He stared at me for a moment. "You seem familiar." Now that I looked in his eyes, so did he. "As do you. Weird. What's bothering you?" "How could you tell? I don't show my emotions." "I don't use facial expressions. I can read energy. And yours seems rather sad." The demon gazed at the lake with a sigh. "I feel like I've lost something important. I don't know what, or when. No matter how long or where I search, I can't find it."

To an immortal, time is but a number. As such, highly ranked demons have no little to no interest in lowly-ranked members of their kind whose lifespan is over in the blink of an eye. Since years of exposure to tragedy gradually desensitizes a mere human, a demon whose base instinct is evil and has experienced unimaginable tragedy cannot be expected to fare any better. To them, emotions are dispensable because they have a time limit.

"I have been watching your parents long before I could communicate with you, Shandra. And I'm willing to bet big money that on the day you summoned me, the strong energy of anger, revenge, and resentment was the result of yet another abuse from them. Your father was a drunkard, your mother a conniving good-for-nothing, who would happily watch their destruction. And you know it." His black wings spread behind his back, his eyes glowing like coppery flames. "You would probably witness another episode of verbal and physical assaults, Shandra. Do you think I would stand by and do nothing? That I would watch while the people who hurt you the most in the entire world destroy you?" Shandra's mouth

her words makes me world's weakest person the touch of hers which I craved for years made me to hate human touch I became a beast within human I hates everyone I hate being loved I hate being touched infact I hate myself what wrong I did to suffer all these not a single day I slept well without any nightmares Childhood is best boon in everyone's life but it is a curse to me being a no one though infront of me everyone present Spending days by thinking did anyone ever felt having me in their life is best thing the truth is except my dad for everyone I'm a burden but what was my wrong Tears stopped coming, anger strucked in heart, smile dissapeared finally I became a emotionless person I belie

Demonica said with an echo sounding like a scary woman speaking with her from a microphone. Demonica laughs with that dark scary echo resounding with her laughter. I look at Lana then I glance at Vlash before I look at Demonica once again. Somewhat seeing her now I feel something more odd. I feel pity, to what Lana told me before as to how and why Demonica turned like this, all because of a misunderstanding between her and her sister, Queen Veronica. Because of one wrong assumption Demonica become like this. Despite of feeling fear to what will happen to us here; I can feel the sadness that Demonica is hiding deep inside her heart. I wonder.... will Demonica be able to change? Or she has to

Malacar, what kind of beast are you? Shit. I didn’t expect her to ask this question now. Well, I will not change much, if that’s what you’re asking… Okay, I let out a breath. I’m a demon. More like a human with an entity inside of me. It’s not just a name; being a demon means I carry ancient power, darkness that can heal, destroy, or possess. My senses are sharper, my body stronger, but there’s always a hunger inside, a risk of losing control if I give in too much. Sometimes it feels like there are two hearts beating in my chest, and the wrong person noticing could mean disaster. Zaria, no one can know this. If they find out, they’ll sentence me to death.