Scorpion Demons Novels & Stories

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

It usually lasts for about 10 seconds, something the wizards taught me. And at once, I pulled out the Scorpion mace and sliced through his chest, opening his rib cage and revealing his heart. *Scorpion mace*: An ancestral weapon, magically enchanted and originally belongs to the gods, the Scorpion mace can kill one hundred demons at once without even touching them. All it took was just a single swing of the weapon in the enemy's direction. And finally, with his chest laid bare, I reached for his heart with my hands and I pulled it out of his chest, and the lifeless body of Alexandra fell to the ground.

As soon as they’d handled them, which didn’t take much, there was a pregnant pause and then all Hell broke loose. Kayakoy may have been abandoned for almost a hundred years, but thousands of structures still stood, and it seemed a Reaper or demon emerged from almost all of them. “Holy hell,” Cutter muttered, raising his eyebrows at Sky. In the darkness, it was difficult to see precisely what they were dealing with, but some of the demons took animal shapes, some were in human form, and others appeared as spirits. The Reapers, which had to number about a couple hundred easily, each carried a scythe. “I’m gonna go ahead and call for some more back up,” she said, her eyes as wide as his were.

THE DEMON growled loudly, spreading her tentacles fast that only point in one direction. Xurden had thought that this kind of creature didn’t even learn a single thing. They forgot exorcists that could face them existed everywhere, and he was the one who was best at it since he was a god. Demons always thought they were more powerful, which made them blind to the truth. That’s why Xurden didn’t have a hard time dealing with her. As the tentacles get closer, he raised his hand, releasing ice spikes from the bloody floor. The spikes stopped the tentacles from moving, which made the demon shriek aloud. Xurden didn’t hold back, and he sent a bigger spike toward the demon hitting her stomach wher

All they could do now was wait, poised on the edge of action, ready to spring into motion at the first sign of danger. The silence was shattered by a sudden, bone-chilling screech. From the shadows, the demon lunged forward with terrifying speed, its eyes glowing with malevolent hunger. It was a grotesque creature, with sinewy limbs and jagged claws that glistened in the moonlight. Its form seemed to shift and ripple as it moved, a blur of darkness and malice.

"Surely, you've heard of their existence-" "No, Master Miller!" Scarface screamed, but calmed himself and continued, "Pardon my rudeness, however, that person is not a demonologist. Demonologists summon demons to fight for them. These demons' fires are also green or purple depending on their rank, b-but that mage…" "What about him?!" Marcus couldn't help but raise his voice. Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him.

I can sense demons he reported but that's impossible there is no way demons would be able to breach Sparda A roar suddenly filled the arena shaking everything as a demon portal appeared in the middle of the arena a burning ring of black hells fire tore itself open great hulking things came marching out these were lesser demons Frightening monsters they had no visible eyes or face to speak of only blistered and burned black leathery skin if it could be called that held a gaping mouth of razor-sharp teeth its hands were large spiked clubs like from back in the medieval days except they consisted of flesh and bone, and when they moved their feet the ground shook like small earthquakes the loud

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.