The Descent Of The Demon Master Novels & Stories

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed. He got closer to her staring at her womanhood which was opened wide for him. He suddenly does not feel the urge to lay her, he was looking

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

“Whose blood is this?” I wasn’t going to forgive him. The handkerchief flew inside the pentagram. The demon caught it before it could fall on the ground and gave it a sniff. “What will I get for that, Master?” I smirked and touched my wrist with the ritual knife. Just a prick, enough to draw a single drop of blood. “Do you want it?” He did. His eyes flashed scarlet, shining like rubies at dusk. “Master?” “Tell me whose blood is there, and you’ll get it.”

He flashed her his death stare, and for a brief second, she thought of running to where her master stood. "That demons aren't real, because they are. And I would watch your man there carefully if I were you. He is a demon, a supernatural creature. How did you two even...it doesn't matter. My doom has come either way." She narrowed her eyes on him now. Visibly confused by everything he had said. It was the second time he was making such an accusation against her master, and now he was saying his doom had come. "What does that even mean?" Her bitterness was audible in her voice, visible in her eyes, but the older man did not seem to care.

Hardly aware of what was happening, I was on the verge of losing my mind. Sick of the games and unneeded fighting, I rose, addressing the air once again. “What the hell is wrong with you, Desmond? Why have you brought demons with you? You’re driving me crazy! Why would you bring evil to fight me and my friends?” I screamed, hurting my throat. “My almost defeated slaves have news for you,” said Madame Long, scattering different hued ashes around her. “According to them, he is a high-energy demon impersonating to be a low-energy incubus. You have been fooled and taken advantage of by a fiend.”

Step by Step, the heel sounds moves closer, and I try to lift my face up to see who the demon actually was, but my face falls flat to the ground. Am weak and I know it, cause no matter how I try to finally see who the "mastermind" is, my face ends up falling back down, over and over again. The heel growing closer with every step, I realized the cursed demon "Mastermind" was a female, but who it was, was where the puzzled laid. More sounds, the heel finally stops moving and stands in front of my helpless wounded body. Slowly lowering down, the demon "Mastermind" grabs my chin and finally ends my boiling curiosity.

While James was purifying the Devouring Demon’s soul, he had glimpsed at his memories. Before his death, the Devouring Demon was a powerhouse at the Terra Acme Rank and was called the Master Necromancer. He was a strong cultivator that existed before the Space Race Era. Before the Space Race conquered the Greater Realms, he had already been killed by other powerhouses. The sorcery he mastered was capable of creating death spirits. “As you wish, Master.” The Death Demon did not dare to disobey James since his life was in James’ hand. The Death Demon spread his arms wide open as if he was embracing the world. He breathed in the fresh air and felt rejuvenated. Then, he murmured, “It feels so go