The Demonic Paradise Novels & Stories

Silence expanded, dense, electric. My scar tingled. Not imagination. Not metaphor. Physical sensation. Dominic felt me shift and moved closer, his hand sliding from shoulder to upper back, steady contact, steady presence. “What happens in seventy-two hours?” I asked. “Your partition degrades,” she said. “Naturally or by trigger.” “Trigger from who?” “Multiple parties,” she answered. “Including the one already moving toward you.” Dominic’s voice sharpened. “Name.” She looked at him for the first time directly.

She bit her lips, and hesitated, then opened her mouth and said: - "M-More." She felt so embarrassed. A tear rolled down her face. Clara imagined the demon could hear her somehow. Or at least feel her true desires within. The demon would come back again - By her invitation. She wanted to start sobbing. It would humiliate her again. Make her feel so ashamed. Mock her. Force her to accept its cock into her mouth. But it would release more of it's pee down her throat, and Clara simply couldn't turn that down. She would go through hell for another chance to taste it. Another chance to be controlled. Because she could not say no to the demonic creature's golden nectar. It was the only thing in th

No, nah-hah, I'm not falling into the pit of flames just because a demon fooled me. Noticing that I'm not moving or following him, Than lets out a frustrated sigh and stops. He doesn't turn around to look at me, just stands there for a few moments before he speaks again. "Garden of evil is home, not hell. And no, I can't read minds; I correct myself only because you're not the first one who assumes that and refuses to follow. You humans and half-shifters believe in God and paradise, in Devil and hell, but refuse to acknowledge the world in between that isn't yours. Gardens." Wow, the whole God and Devil talk makes me believe Than more than I did before. Note the sarcasm. "The next thing you'

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

“My soul and those souls. Now, you bargain yours too.” The room was lit by floating lanterns. Above them was no ceiling but of sky full of stars. Imagining the celestial magnificence of the entire universe, the vampires had their ways to reimagine Paradise which they could no longer be included. “There’s still hope for us,” Kristina said. “The Paradise is still present. There’s a Siren on the land. Whatever his plans are, there’s a greater purpose on it.” “If Paradise still existed, then this will be too.”

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

"You say that Lucifer is the evil one in history, and even so, it is only you who laments after so many years of exile. And all because I would like to have your name written in the sacred book, and not that of Lucifer. You're sick. "I am a demon, majesty," she retorted, debauched. "And I do things that demons should do. Unlike your friends who live the years of immortality filling themselves with food and drinks or sexö, I spend my immortality plotting ways for the Creator and Lucifer to face each other again. Each one has its own way of dealing with loneliness. I have mine. And I believe you may even think that Tennebris, the sin of Wrath, had no reason to become the hateful and spiky crea

To the paradise known to the books as the promised land, a couple born with the Goddess image guards the cage and holds the seven keys under the forbidden tree. But... “Would you envy someone that is you all along, would you, or else, will you choose to die with your sword and hand, would you not, Leo? Then everything shatters turning into the mist of the endless dark behind every human’s heart, and from the sins that created the chaos, the couple falls into the sin of lust that started the civilization that falls into the hand of the Demon.

Everyone feels the touch of evil at some point in life, regardless of his or her moral striving. Demons, the lower agents of evil, have many guises and operate under many names and with many purposes. In the pagan view, they are a part of the natural order, entities of moral ambivalence who mostly deceive and interfere. In the Christian view, they are evil—fallen angels who, as Lucifer did, chose pride over obedience to God and were cast out of heaven. They are doomed to eternal hell and serve the Devil, making unending assaults on human beings in an attempt to subvert souls to the Devil’s domain.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.