The Demonic Paradise Novels & Stories

The creature would always watch, tearing away any shred of light. That night. The whole truth had been revealed to his crew. In a blaze of furious elegance as the mists rose about the ship and the souls and forms of those that had never lived made their first appearance. 'And all will be damned...one sacrifice will not sate my appetite!' The demon's roar deafened them. 'I am not easily defeated! Your souls are mine, to twist and weave until the day all time ends. Give me the children and the blood...a thousand...perhaps then I might let you rot in purgatory rather than roast in the hell you create.'

“Refugees are a problem that will affect us in the long run, precisely because they will want to take what they don't have in order to move forward, and we cannot give up what separates us from the supernatural world. It's heresy, it's—” “It's stupid of you to say that,” said the Goddess firmly. "I don't know if you've noticed, but the world is breaking apart, and the devil is the one doing it. So, if Belial and the demons he awakened wipe out the vampires and then the wolves, the next thing they'll control is humans, and not for anything good. Belial sees them as nothing more than slaves, and I can bet you that my children would open the door to you without hesitation."

Don't tell me you forgot why I task you with this in the first place? Reiya: Haha. Yup I have the result. He smells really good. His soul that is. Avareza L Ban spiritual presence is on par with the current Demon King of Destruction, Diablo Abaddon.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

I pondered. "Tch, that's not possible." "Instead of wasting time on such thoughts, let's focus on reading the report my spies have sent." My information network had delivered an intriguing piece of news. It revealed the existence of alternate dimensions where demons resided. The more I delved into the report, the more astonished I became. These dimensions were discovered through the combined efforts of Duke Ifrit and Duchess Isla, who reported that demons dropped a crystallized essence known as demonic essence upon their demise.

Ruben closed his eyes with apprehension. The Demon King stood up, dusting himself off and turned to look over at the Demon Lord’s, the smile upon his face was vile. “So now I understand the desperation to get your clutches on this girl…Basille did something prohibited…and you all kept it from me for your own selfish gains…” The Demon Lords all baulked and fell to their knees, expressing their shock and confessing they were not aware that Basille had done anything prohibited. The Demon King sneered at them. “This girl was created correct? Manifested from the joining of Basille’s own flesh with something given to him from an Angel…”

I hadn’t questioned their plans thoroughly enough and walked into them blind. “Our father’s grimoire mentions some of the things he learned from Morningstar. The Pit is the deepest part of the demon realm. Some higher level demons have abilities of their own. That could be how it neutralized your magic. How Denver managed to get his hands on a ritual like that, I’m not sure. Dark magic is highly corruptive. It clearly sank its claws into Denver and didn't let go.” Jude threaded his fingers through his already messy hair, “It’s a miracle you made it out of there.”

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.