The Demon King Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

Live and die like humans. Orion couldn't be a cambion. He didn't look human. There had to be more. He was much older than that. I moved on, dismissing that theory all together. Scanning the pages until I got to a section about the seven deadly sins. And the demons that represent them. The Seven Princes of Hell. "I know Lust, pet." Wait. I scanned the page, eyeing the names. Asmodeus, one of the Seven Princes of Hell, and the embodiment of Lust. This particular demon confuses demonologists because no one can determine his motivations.

His dark aura pulsed like a black sun, casting an eerie glow across the tomb. Around him, the spirits of the seven deadly sins—Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Lust—gathered in eerie harmony. They spoke in hushed tones, plotting their next move. They were powerful beings, ancient and destructive, planning to break the barrier that kept them from entering the world of the living, from entering the Christ—the realm they could dominate. "Time is running out," Nihil's voice echoed through the tomb, chilling and commanding. "We must act swiftly. Once we break the seal, we can bring this world to its knees."

The dark lord would order him to go and bring people’s souls and he has to oblige all the commands given by the dark lords. He doesn’t need to kill the people and feed himself to prolong his capacity and powers unlike me. He is just an ordinary slave demon not as powerful as me. “Yeah, I guess so.” I shrugged, I don’t know why but I felt like being shy, seriously? Are devils shy? F**k, this human is really changing me into something different. I cursed, annoyed and when I looked up the demon slave was still rooted in his place. “What?” I snapped at him, annoyed.

“Yes.” “Well, the seven princes are avatars of the seven sins that you humans learn in your Bible studies. Tell me, dear baby bug, do you study the Bible?” I did not answer him for the sole reason that I did not want to humor him or lead the conversation astray. Unfortunately, no matter what I do, this demon seems to always find a way to do just that. He gives out a dramatic gasp and places a hand over the shock expression on his mask. “Oh my goodness. What would your family think!?” I’ve had it.

It grumbled and although her heart skipped a beat, she remembered Alex had kept the Kingdom in her hands, and therefore, protecting it was now left to her. Rising from the bed, she stared at this monstrous-looking demon. "Who are you?" She asked the monster which let out a deep breath, releasing a huge patch of smoke from its nostrils. "I am the King of darkness, of destruction, and of death. I am the ruler of hell, an eternal torturer and my name is Sathanas." His deep voice rumbled and she wondered how the guards in the corridor didn't hear it. "Sathanas? What are you doing here? Obviously, here doesn't look like hell, which means you can't rule here."

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

To ever think The Demon King's body would only be hers, was an understatement! She knew he would forever do what he wanted and see whom he wanted, as much as he wanted to. She couldn't stop him when it came to such things. Even she herself enjoyed the company of other men and could never keep still, but she was willing to settle down for The King only. Even this joke of a marriage would never tie him down to one woman only. She chuckled out loud thinking that even if he found his fated mate, he still wouldn't be able to control his demonic desire for lust.

24 hours later Capital Daemonum Regnum,Demon Kingdom The sun was dim outside, the vociferation of the greetings for the new Demon King was sounding everywhere outside, and the devil tree, Alstonia scholaris, stood outside as silent as ever, not its leaves of course — they were dancing to their heart's content, assisted by the howling gales. The villa of the Demon King was, immaculate, this whole procedure from moping to making it more tidier, was taken out by the Demon King's butler, Fidelis , Servus De Fidelis. The door of the villa opened, welcoming the dim sunlight inside of the villa, illuminating a coruscating kaleidoscope of dazzling brightness. And a well proportioned young man in his

The same devil he mentioned last night. “There’s nothing as such a soul in me, I’m born devil,” That's when I gasped. What have I done?

Aria didn’t seem to hear either. “She’ll leave and he’ll come back. Now his mate’s dead and turned to ash, he doesn’t have many options. Let him have some demon tail for a while.” Another whispered. “What if he falls for that one, too? Then we lose him like we did to the little ginger slut before. Why can’t he just stop chasing after them? It’s disgusting. I mean, look at the new panther king, all cozied up with the succubus witch. The dragon king with the demon king. The fucking Alpha with some fishy slut. Demons need to keep their tails off our men.” A third voice growled.