The Demon Of Boredom Novels & Stories

The horror spread like the fire and soon the whole town was consumed by the demon's fire… in the daylight, hardly any survivors left and ran to the neighboring city to seek shelter. Since that day, the whole town has been named the demon's town. Seven years later… "Alexis!!! You see that you haven't finished your work and you are heading out of the house…" a feminine voice yelled to the girl who was busy stuffing books and other items in her backpack. "You know that I have to leave early for the class… I can't be late. Please, handle this today, I promise I will make up for this mistake, next time maybe…" she grinned and pouted at the woman, who seemed to be in her late fifties.

Lenox pov The demon boy is a weird dude to say the least. First of all, he looks weird. I mean, I don’t doubt he’s some kind of hot stuff down here, given that the only other demon I saw was the fucker I killed and he sure as heck was ugly as shit, so I don’t have the right to judge him or anything. But, by my standards, he’s too much of everything. Looks even probably wouldn’t be the biggest issue because what annoys me the most is how he follows me around.

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

Pain flared up my ribcage and along my stomach as I tried to move. Groaning softly, I blinked the fog from my vision. Sitting at the foot of my bed was the demon. His posture, strangely feline as it was, remained relaxed. He rolled onto his back and the light from my bedside lamp caught on something in his hand. “You are an awfully morose creature. You punish yourself for things beyond your control. Your guilt is ritualistic.” His expression turned curious now, almost boyishly so, if such a thing were possible. “Does writing your innermost thoughts bring you any relief at all? It seems a weakness.”

This would be the first time in my life that I was going to bed without eating. Demon is wicked. Really wicked.

A demon with goat's horns and black wings on its back was sitting in his chamber. His breathtaking feature, covered by a thin cloth at the waist, exposed his sexy upper body. On either side of him, two succubi were groping his masculine frame, but he seemed not to care and lost in thought while sipping the crimson liquid from a grail. “You look bored, My Lord,” said one of the succubus. “Hmm,” he mumbled. Endless boredom stroke him these few hundred years, made him feel in need of entertainment.

“Eating the souls of children will not make you strong. You keep on repeating the same thing. Nothing’s going to change. You’ll still be the stupid human once you are.” “You may think so. But I will trap you here forever. I just baited you,” the demon spoke tersely. As the demon laughed loudly, the room shook hard, which made the door close on its own. He didn’t move to where he was standing. He just stared at the demon, who sank to the ceiling. The room didn’t just shake after a while. It also spun around. Everything inside the room flew, circling him. Walls grumbled endlessly. Without worrying about what was going to happen, he sipped on the cigarette and blew the white smoke. He could sti

‘But Mammon said—’ “Are you forgetting that that demon is an idiot or did Mammon bribe you with food again?” Belzeebub is a reasonable demon, but his only downfall is that he is easily bribed with food. I was almost happy to have a useful working demon in my pack, but Mammon easily put him in place by constantly giving him something to eat. ‘Master, I got to go.’ He sounded urgent, which leads me to believe that there might be a problem. “Is something wrong?”

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.