Novel & Cerita The Demon Chef

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

The black-robed man was named the Devouring Demon. He was not exactly a living being and was more accurately described as a being that straddled the border between life and death. The Devouring Demon was confident he could kill everyone since the competition lasted for 30,000 years. Within this period, none of the powerhouses on Mount Chaos could enter the Ancient Realm. He was sure he could wipe out the creatures that entered the Sky Islands before the end of the competition.

“I’ve got another question. This one is pack business, apologies to Olaf for lying.” “Hmm,” offering me a cup of the tea. “Take it, it’s calming,” as I made myself sit down and slurp some minty, fungal concoction. “I’d have preferred a whisky,” I muttered, glaring down at it. “Well?” she said again, making me feel like she was a grandma teasing a school report of me. “If I told you of a demon that was an oily black lump, with a haze of distortion around it’s mass. It’s voice makes the ground tremble…I know of nothing like that from my studies but I have been assured of its existence.”

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

said the rainbow-haired demon. "Me too," said the wolf-eared demon. His stomach even grumbled loudly as if to show its desperation, causing others, including the wolf-eared demon, to chuckle and make some jokes. Food was soon brought in by demon maidens, some of whom had animal heads, but their shapely curves, enhanced by their simple yet alluring outfits, were not to be overlooked. One of them, a black and light blue-haired female demon with a pig's snout and massive boobs that were barely covered in the provocative clothes she was clad in, noticed the two handsome human warriors. And so, without wasting time, she made her way to them.

Chaira step backwards, dragging the tall man hanging on her shoulder along, making the male waiter stop on his footsteps. "Why? Why should I hand him over to you?" The male waiter stopped, and was about to explain helplessly, when he suddenly felt something hitting his neck, his eyes widened, seeing that his core soul was leaving the male waiter body little by little. Chaira did not know that the one that she had hit hard with hundred percent precision was not the original owner of the body but a demon, as she began to doubt her strength a little bit after being shocked to know that the male waiter still regained his consciousness after being hit, but before the male waiter could fully open

someone was breaking the barrier of hell. "CHIEF DEMON WARRIOR YOUR PRESENCE IS COMMANDED!" his voice was deep and emotionless. The Chief- highest general of Demon Army. The place in demon army was earned by the most deserving lost souls, the one who have seen darkness but still had will and strength to fight....a sense of light present in there heart, a sense of justice. Black icy smoke whirled with the wind, the clanking of armour echoing as footsteps approached the throne, the mist clearing.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”