The Demon Accords Novels & Stories

Allissa “We go back to the fires,” Darren said. “You must go back to the fires.” Gujin nodded. “They have not moved. Fire that old does not move, the world moves around it and pretends it chose to. The road runs through the demon realm, and the realm keeps one door on this side, and the door keeps a treaty older than your crown. Demons honor exactly what is written and not one letter more, which makes them the most honest company you will ever keep, and you will hate it.”

“I don’t have time for this! I’m guessing now I’m here time is moving again?” “Ah, yes, but you can’t return to the Terran Realm.” “What the hell are you saying, I must!” “You’re a ninth level demon lord now, it is forbidden by the agreeance in the peace treaty of the Angels and the Demon King that no entity over the level of six or under the level of two may enter any other realm.” “I’m not a Demon Lord, I’m a fucking vampire, I belong in the Terran Realm!” Ruben let the terrified Goblin go and raked a hand through his hair. “Show me how to create a portal! I must return to save Bastetia!”

Each human spark caught the flame, turning the entire planet into a shield of jagged, violet electricity. The Founders' obsidian hands began to crack. The gravity-robes started to fray. "You cannot fire the Creators!" the Founders shrieked in unison. "You aren't the Creators," Elara said, stepping forward, her eyes turning a blinding, absolute violet. "You’re just the Accountants. And your contract is Terminated." She slammed her palms against the floor. The Ninth Circle didn't implode. It ejected. The three Founders were caught in a vortex of human will and demonic fire. They weren't killed; they were pushed. They were cast out of the reality they had tried to scrap, sent tumbling back into

I moved toward it instinctively, stopping just before the corner. Then I leaned slightly, just enough to see Darren and the demon. They were standing in a larger room, arguing. I stayed hidden, pressing myself against the wall as I listened. “This wasn’t part of the agreement,” Darren said, his voice low and tense. The demon looked bored. “You’re repeating yourself.” “I mean it,” Darren snapped. “You don’t touch the pack until I have control.” The demon smiled faintly. “You want control.” “Yes.” “I want destruction.”

"Have you not heard? We aren’t to be trusted." She shuddered but remained strong. "Then I won’t release you." The demon stood up straight, pondering for a moment, its eyes blazing down at her. "There is one thing I can think of that might give you the assurance you so desire. Though, if you’re trying to trick me, it won’t bode well for you.” She didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did she have? “What is it?” “A demon's pact. An agreement sealed in the Magic's of old that cannot be broken. You give me something and I give something in return. Should either fail to uphold their end of the deal, the magic shall take from them that which they bargained for."

Mammon stated in the abyss of my mind. “And besides, Acanta has Libra, the grace of justice. The success of having a blood pact with a higher-level demon depends on the compatibility of her grace and Belphegor’s curse. My younger brother is not only the demon king of sloth. He is also known as the ‘disputer’, enemy of the sixth Sephiroth ‘beauty’ and the god of debauchery in the Underworld. There will be a big possibility that if Acanta formed a blood pact with him, her grace will be deteriorated, destroying the balance,” he theoretically added.

I pondered. "Tch, that's not possible." "Instead of wasting time on such thoughts, let's focus on reading the report my spies have sent." My information network had delivered an intriguing piece of news. It revealed the existence of alternate dimensions where demons resided. The more I delved into the report, the more astonished I became. These dimensions were discovered through the combined efforts of Duke Ifrit and Duchess Isla, who reported that demons dropped a crystallized essence known as demonic essence upon their demise.

Thora’s eyes bulged, and she dropped to her knees, eyes staring dully at the ceiling. “ But… I never…,” she muttered before falling on her face. The Undri growled as it looked at Aralu and Acacius. Aralu gritted her teeth. “ We should run away while we still can. I have no desire to end up like that.” “ You honestly think you can outrun this fiend?” Acacius asked her. “ You think we can kill this demon?” She asked him in return. Acacius snarled and conjured two large orbs of green fire into his palms, then extended his hands towards the Untri, combining the two orbs into a large one.

As if! “So in a nutshell, you're a demon?” I asked with a smug look on my face. Cameron shook his head, “Dark gods can summon demons and evil spirits, to do whatever they want. So no, demons are beneath dark gods” Wow. I was shook. How come Crescent moon conquered the seven hells once when seven hells was clearly filled with dark gods that could easily summon all sorts of spirits with dark energy? No wonder Draco got Cameron eyes. His gene was just too strong as a dark god.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Some bargains should never be made. Especially when the other party is ancient, powerful, and very, very hungry. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate woman who summoned a demon for revenge… and ended up signing away far more than she bargained for — her body, her soul, and her eternal submission. This one is dark, supernatural, and relentlessly dominant. Here is the confession of “Demon’s Bargain.”