The Demon Of Boredom Novels & Stories

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

He paced back and forth in the room trying to calm his nerves down, but his demon was being rebellious again. I thought we made peace, he told his demon as if his demon was someone other than himself. His demon was only a name for his dark side, the evil inside of him, the anger, the wickedness, the frustration and of course the l.u.s.t and hunger. The will to manipulate and to seduce was usually what his demon enjoyed the most and usually that side of him, his demon was stronger than his good side. "Lucian." Hazel's voice interrupted his fight with his demon but as he turned around and laid eyes on her he knew there was no going back.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

It was clearly part of his own body, but Baymont treated it no differently than he would a small stone at his feet. "Indeed," Baymont puts the jar down, "but there's no need. Evelyn: "Because it's no longer necessary?" Baymont: "It's not 'now,' it wasn't necessary all along." Evelyn thought back to the record in the book. The human magician had noted that demons were creatures of extreme emotion, with an overwhelming desire for exclusivity and greed. But in contrast, the demon before Evelyn seemed to have no desire, and didn't even care about the part of himself that had been taken from him.

The moment I opened the faucet, Aeron growled. "Aeron," I said, turning off the tap and taking a sip of the water. He wasn't awake. I watched as he sat there in the dimly lit living room on the couch. The couch I had sat on, and he had given me pleasure. As much as I would like to reminisce about what Aeron did to me there, he didn't seem all right. His fitful breathing and restless movements revealed the turmoil within. His face contorted with agony, and his brow glistened with sweat as he wrestled with the demons of his subconscious. The once serene night had turned into a haunting ordeal for him. It was as if he was trapped in a relentless maze of his own fears and regrets. Each twitch of

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

EMILY'S POV A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body. Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me. I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.

I shrugged to emphasize my point. “Wow! You spent three days with Lee Joon,” Her voice held disbelief. “Yes,” why did it seem like such a big deal to her? It was just a road trip and besides, Joon was one of those rare, rich, very good-looking guys that were super friendly to girls rather than trying to get into their panties. Maybe he was an occasional flirt but he knew his boundaries and who exactly to flirt with. Thankfully the lecturer tottered in. Twenty minutes later the second page of my notebook was half way full of notes that I would have to G****e later to make sure what I had written was actually correct.

It seemed like there is a voice telling in our mind not to do things anymore, not even move and just let ourselves feel into a deep slumber. The demon mocked us. “How futile. Once you are under my Procrastination spell, no matter how hard you try, you will never regain your motivation to do things anymore. It is just a simple cursed spell but with it, I can crush all of you into smithereens or I can totally erase your existence using my Cosmic Destroyer weapon.” He casually went to Niklais and Lotus. He just easily grabbed his weapon from them. No, that can’t be. I gritted my teeth out of frustration. D*mn, just move, Sam. Move. Fight this laziness within you. That half-ass devil.

You see, I soon found out that hell is a boring place, unless if you make it exciting, that includes poking the demons, and when they get angry, I'd tell them I'm Lucifer's favourite Neko, between all of us, I'm the youngest and the only one allowed to cause troubles. This morning while Papa was busy with his boring meetings as he is every morning, afternoon, and sometimes even night, I decided to go poke the demons, I went to their training session, they are always training to take over the worl but papa doesn't allow them to go, well he didn't until now at least.