Samael Demonio Novels & Stories

he said. Just then I heard Ethane's voice in my head for the first time. "Rosey over here in the demon world we don't call them judges but Nomanos, we also refer to the book as the cava. And we don't call them lawyers but somun. And the demon that held the cava for us to take the oath is known as the Mediac, okay?" How was he able to speak in my head? Okay this is something I'm sure demons can't do, yes they can manipulate humans but they don't speak in their head.

Miaka’s P.O.V “W-what?” I hated that my voice broke, but my mind wasn’t in the right place at the moment. “Hades and Suzaku might both be Gods, but they are polar opposites of each other.” Kaleb explained. “Hades is the God of demons and Suzaku the Beast God of fire. So if you were made from their essence…that should make you half-demon…half-angel.” “That’s nonsense!” I said defensively. “I’m a full demon.”

She half-heartedly expected her prayer to work. Instead of the pain, she felt a warm liquid gush on her face. 'What?' She opened her eyes to see the man she had bumped into twice today. More importantly, he held the demon's head in his hand. "You kill...ed it." "Indeed." He responded, throwing her ID in front of her. "When praying to incur your wrath, you do not pray to either god, angels, or demons. You pray to the devil," he said as the moonlight shined upon white hair.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

I crawl exhausted to the pillow, but he picks me up and stands me up. -No, no, love. We're not done. Get down on your knees. Why does it excite me so much when he gives me orders? I get down, and my demon holds his penis between his fingers, slowly passing it over my lips. I open my mouth and let him penetrate me. Damn! I think he reached my throat. I suck him and move my head back and forth. -Angel, you're driving me crazy, he shouts animalistically.

“ Samantha Grey stays with me. I have so much to learn out of her vision. You and her father can leave, anytime you want but not this exquisite gift.” Samuel suddenly hurled himself on the Devil. They tumbled on the ground, and their brute strength emerged in a battle for survival. The handsome man of the Beast had become like a fierce monster, as his claws grew like a wolf with horns and wings that span so wide that they were almost side swift by its sheer monstrosity. Samuel fought him with all his might. They rolled in the grassy knoll to the cliff nearby.

It was 'off' in a way that could best be described as Salvador Dali's canvases left to drip. “Welcome to the Judgment Department,” Samael said coolly. “I haven't been here in a century.” A café au lait skinned demon brushed back his braids. Ram's horns crowned his head, and his hands were stained with ink. “Samael?” he asked cautiously. “Well, if it isn't the Flood. My good fellow.” The bespectacled man rose, tall and willowy. He nodded his horned head low, looking like some African god of the hunt.

His head tilted upwards to the top as he stepped out of the car. Mr. Lorenzo is a weak target, his Father will aim for him to cause harm and get what he wants for people to do; sin. Sin and be punished, fall at the depths of hell, and worship him to let them go. His Father knew every human’s weakness as much as he does but Samael is way far more powerful to get them work for him to destroy everything.

“At first, I thought that maybe it was just a coincidence, or that maybe I was seeing things. But then, when you came the other night and told me about your half-breed status─ I knew. The other night when we were fighting, I caught a glimpse of your wing tattoo. Demon wings are like DNA─ they can help other demons identify what family you are from. Samael and I were friends for several centuries. I had seen his tattoos enough times to recognize that yours look exactly like his.” Azazel rubs his eyes and leans his hip on the desk as if exhausted after carrying a large burden. He looks weary and sad, which makes my stomach churn with trepidation. “Twenty-three years ago, Samael came to me and