The Demon Of Boredom Novels & Stories

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

" I replied shyly and gazed at their faces one by one. "Awww, he's so adorable for his age, look at those pouty lips, don't be shy around us, come give big bro a hug." [BANG!] "You there! Stop chattering and pay attention!" Miss Dorothy crumpled a piece of paper and threw it at Casper, there shouldn't have been a problem and the disaster could have been avoided, only that Casper caught the paper out of reflex and threw it back to her. "He's dead," I heard someone say behind us, and the look on Miss Dorothy's face couldn't be shaped out,

“First, she's not a demon that I need. The people who called her up should handle it on their own. Second, I'm the demon general. Do you think a demon like me needs humanity?” Roxanne felt that she could not refute Egan, so she kept quiet and looked at him with hateful eyes. The drawing of the demon eye suddenly emitted a red light. It wanted to suck Roxanne's soul into the painting. After that, Mrs. Dieter would take Roxanne's body and come back to life.

And if all you see is a world of grey, it's only a matter of time until you become brain dead. Your mind first tries to play these frivolous games, like find a shape in the sky, or see how many words you know, or make up new words. But after each new game, you become more and more bored, like a wasted toy that's lost its allure from when you first opened it. And then you sink into the grey, grey stupor that I'm in right now. I sigh and curl up even more in my seat. I left the city because of the hustle and bustle of life was unbearable. Not to mention noisy.

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

Author's POV Demon was working at his cabin when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," Demon said and his assistant entered his cabin being scared. Demon kept working without looking at the person because he has known it was his assistant and he will speak up by himself. But, when he didn't say anything. Demon looked up at him and spoke up "If you have come here unnecessarily then it will be bad for you"

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

That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane. One touch… one swipe of a hand, and they made sanity disperse. Turning thoughts into nightmares and delusions. Daymares and horrors. Their deepest fears surround them until the only way out is for someone to take their own life. Haunting them and turning their reality into hell on earth. A twisted game that they would sit back and savor as their victim twisted themselves into oblivion and misery. It makes me shudder to think he has that ability too, and it sounds like he's used it before.

It rose, twisting, folding in on itself until it took shape. A woman stepped out of it. She wore a long black cloak, the hood shadowing her face. The air around her felt wrong—heavy, draining. She moved closer. Still, Asher didn’t react. “So,” he said at last, calm and bored, lifting his head, “you’re the soul-eating demon.” The woman paused. Then she smiled. A slow, amused curve of her lips. “Is it written on my forehead?” she asked lightly. “Or did you simply guess?”

"I'm just bored, I guess." "Hmm, because you're a demon succubus and you have an endless appetite for other beings?" the male sorcerer smirked while he kept on busying himself with his writings. Books were spread out in front of him, the demon looked more like a human librarian than a demon sorcerer. My mind trails back to the memory of when I travel between realms and visit the lonely librarian then fuck his brain's out, who knew the quirky man had so much sexual urges. "And now, you're looking at me with that look," he paused and put his quill down. "Do I remind you of someone?"