Seven Kings Of Hell Novels & Stories

1—Reconciliatory Matters 2—The Gypsy on Darkened Shores 3—Lost in Dim Carcosa 4—The Usurper’s Ascent 5—Season of the Leech 6—Beneath Black Stars 7—Behind Pallid Masques 8—The Final Reconciliation 9—Tatters of the King The Yellow Kings are: Johnny Leifthauser (Vocals & Rhythm Guitar) Aidan Cross (Lead Guitar) Hank Jones (Bass) Bobby Stone (Drums, Synth) Management: Reggie Allen Special Thanks:Camilla Bierce

MEANDRA I was going to get my revenge on all of them. Every single one of the kings who had used me, discarded me, tortured me—not just in body, but in soul. One by one, I had marked them in my mind, engraved their faces into the walls of my memory like graffiti scratched into stone. From the very first king, who’d broken me in with cold hands and colder words. I had waited. I watched. I had survived. I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table.

This world has many biblical senses of Hell. Where I am from has some commonalities, but it’s not the same. Ethos is one of many dimensions linked to your Earthland. Some have fire and most have demons, but not as angels cast down. They are in many respects what you might consider aliens or extinct creatures on your plane. Hell Kings have different classifications. There are Conquerors, Punishers and Enders. These are the closest words I can find in your language to translate. All of them are responsible for roles assimilate to their titles. Conquerors are considered lesser Kings. All of their powers are based on invasion of other realms.

Mutually and towards each other who had the same goal from the very beginning. “Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Satan and Belphegor.” Aira then name the seven princes of hell. “The original name of the sins, the representation of the hell itself. The princes and generals that this world and very book is corrupted upon and into its very core.”

“Oh, forgive my manners. I'm Onesmius. The Golden one. I'm the Last son of the King of Hell. My brothers call my the Favorite One.” The Golden one. No wonder his eyes were golden. I was almost close to him now. “How many fatals are there?” “Seven. The number of Perfection. There are seven Fatals and thousands of demons. But for today, you only have to deal with me. The next time you see one of us, you may not be this lucky but I'm nice.” Chase's legs gave way and he fell and thankfully, not down the stairs. I caught him before his body could even hit the floor.

Hot-tempered and intense personalities began to threaten attacks on the Longevity Alliance. At that moment, in the Novedivum Palace of the devil realm, the remaining seven celestial kings of the extraterrestrial races were seated high on their thrones. Some looked calm and composed, some squinted with a cold gleam in their eyes, while others sneered in mockery. Seeing all seven celestial kings gathered, Oliver, the leader among them, slowly stood up. He surveyed the surroundings before speaking, "Gentlemen, now that King Luther has fallen, let us discuss how we should respond."

King of the Seven Northern Kingdoms. Alpha King Maximus Northwood.

“Might I remind you what will happen if you fail to keep your end of that oath? Well, aside from the continuous murders on your side, of course.” I scoff again, this time switching into real laughter, hurting my ribcages, clenching my gut as if expanding my intestines. Seven hells, how I hate Fiery Lotus. The Umbra Crown passes me to stand against the pillar in front of me. He hasn’t changed one bit; still agrees very much with leather. And despite what fantasy dishes about the King of Hell, he contradicts most of it. Firstly, he has no hair. Yes, the King of Hell is bald. Even now the Labyrinth reflects on his head.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

The summit had officially begun. Three human kings out of the seven in the continent entered first, dripping gold and arrogance. Their crowns glittered under the false starlight, each step heavy with centuries of entitlement. I leaned forward in my seat, heart pounding. Humans. Living, breathing humans. Actual kings. I’d only ever seen their faces stamped onto coins or painted in faded tapestries, and now here they were, flesh and bone and breathing the same air as me. Not that I respected them.