Novelas y relatos de Supernatural Asmodeus

“Oh, I do. But there are different kinds of demons. Abaddon is born of the Pit, the deepest, deadliest part of Hell. My kind, on the other hand, are much more civilized.” “So you don’t tear people to shreds and bathe in their blood?” “Only on the weekends.” “Lovely.” For a moment, all I could do was stare at the man—I mean, demon. Here I was bantering with the guy, as if he weren’t a nightmarish creature from another realm. Part of me wondered what my father might think. I debated tapping into the communication charm, but decided against it. He flashed his teeth, “I am a prince of Hell. I am Asmodeus.”

Sage Bernadette exclaimed, eyes filled with horror as she stared at the creature Alphonse had become. Julian laughed loudly, joining the pair. His laughter sounded deep and throaty, and he didn't have his usual toothy grin and casual demeanor which always grated on my nerves. He seemed more menacing, evil, with a dark energy shrouded around him. "Surprised? Well let me introduce myself," his voice echoed through the Colosseum as he quickly shifted into what seemed like a huge bat with a human head. At that moment, I was glad Canary had eloped with Tyra. "I am Asmodeus, both Iblis and I, hail from the fiery pits of Gehenna. The deepest bowels of hell."

The demon of lust is one of the bitchiest demons I ever get to face. Asmodeus has the power to completely brainwash anyone who gets stung by his scorpions. And, based from all the scorpions crawling inside the hotel, I can only guess that everyone is now under Asmodeus’s control.

Raven Lightning is crackling along my skin, zapping and engulfing my entire arm before I aim the gathered energy at the shadows approaching us. One of them looks like a giant fly—Beelzebub, and the other, animalistic one with three heads, must be Asmodeus. My eyes narrow. I've never seen Asmodeus in his proper form, but my bond with Lucy is so strong I somehow know it's him without even asking to confirm my suspicions.

He is locked up in Hell to rule it while I was made to forever to stay in Hell torture souls To punish myself for going against Father, I cut off my wings—an excruciating moment of my life Just when I was in dire need of action; Asmodeus came to me in Hell. Asmodeus who is one of the seven princes of Hell, a demon whose wickedness is matched only by his talent. An arch-demon. An arch demon who is the will incarnate of Lucifer came to me. He needed my help to free Lucifer from Hell and to do that we needed a human blessed tremendously by Father—we needed an exorcist

His tattoos, though still decorated in black ink, now had an eerie purple and red glow to them. Asmodeus. She recalled the name he mentioned earlier. Asmodeus, in Greek tongue, is known as the King of Demons. At least, so it stated in the Book of Tobit. His name translated by other cultures; Asmodai, in Hebrew, came back with similar descriptions. 'One of the Seven Princes of Hell'. 'The Prince of Lust'. Though stories change over centuries, their facts and lore remain the same. Asmodeus was a Demon not meant to be trifled with.

"Mom, what were those needs?" "Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother."

Axel and Dominica were our leaders until they were killed, most of us were banished from our various packs because we didn't have our powers anymore after they died. “ Powers, leader? “ I blurted out, more confused than ever. “ Dear, the moon goddess created Supernaturals to be the Alphas and Luna of the pack for greater protection against stray and rogues, Axel’s great grandfather or should I say his ancestors were the main leaders of these supernaturals and they had the power and authority, we as a pack got it because we are descendants of these supernaturals. Axel married Dominica and since they were mates, his power transferred to her, therefore passing on to your sister and your brother

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.