The Demon King Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

were still ringing in her ears, Vivian touched her glossy cheeks, her light brown eyes carried an insoluble sadness. "The one who lurks in the shadows" is the king demon, the ruler of demons. More than twenty years ago, Vivian finally turned from a scary ugly old green willow tree into a beautiful young woman. But, Vivian herself was not quite a green willow, inside Vivian flowed the filthy blood of monsters. By the time Vivian realized it, the demonic energy in her body was already uncontrollably overflowing into her body. Vivian became uglier little by little, and the killing intent in her body became stronger and stronger.

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.

I suppose it worked out for me in the end. Demons are... Focused, I believe the nearest term would be, on an individual sin- more specifically, depending on rank, one of the seven deadlies. When you choose to summon a demon, you have to include in your summons the specific type of demon you want, based on what you want them for- it would not do to try to destroy someone's livelihood with rage or avarice; better, much better to use lust or pride. But then, pride demons were dangerous- if you had the ability to summon one, you would be lucky if your protective charms would be strong enough to stop their effect on you. Sorry, tangent. I am- or was- a relatively young caller, and I had stumbled

“Or a life deviant?” “True deviancy has always been a tricky subject,” Anrik answered. “I doubt anyone would want to go against a fully primed true deviant. History tells us Trenon was a death mage as a demon king and it took a platoon of invokers, all battle mages, to face him.” “Trenon was a demon,” Sharmin interrupted. “They’ve always proven a tasking ordeal to deal with regardless of deviancy. A human death deviant—”