The Return Of The Crazy Demon Novels & Stories

The sensation grew intense, primal, sexual. It pulled me in. I sprinted towards it, unsure what I’d find. And then I froze. Two demons stood before me, one with my face, the other with Cameron’s. They looked like twisted versions of us, having wild sex. The female’s face mirrored mine perfectly, and my hands shook as I glanced back at the mirror. Cameron lay unconscious, struggling against his fever. The demon with Cameron’s face played with his purple penis and began showing me vivid scenes of our future—a future I’d only dared to imagine.

I couldn’t help but find his scary smile addictive, with adding in his sharp features, and those eyes. “What did you need to see us for?” Cash suddenly said loudly, his voice echoing in the high celling room. Zin suddenly turned from grinning at me to facing Cash. “Yes, in regards to the demon you are after. Have you discovered which one of the silly creatures had broken free yet?” Zin’s use of the word silly to describe a demon made me frown. “Yes, we have. Why?” Cash responded. “Here, come sit, no need for us to stand here, you will find the seating more than comfortable.” Zin replied, not answering Cash’s question.

He pushed my hair away from my face, leaving the soft tendrils on the grass. I never did stuff like this in my past relationships, I always played it safe, never wanting to get caught in a compromising situation. The bed was always the option and in a way, the relationships ended because of me but with him, I turn wanton, crazy, and addicted. All the things I never was. My previous partners would kill to see me like this, letting the wild part of me out. A side they begged to come out but never got to see. A side of me that was too shy to come out, until now. The repressed emotions that I buried were coming out tonight.

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

The demon was thrilled for two extremely powerful spiritual pressures coming after him, and he'd been wanting more excitement ever since his last brawl against Hayze. The excitement trickled away when the demon turned around, disgusted to see two black women as his opponents. "Sending monkeys after me is one thing... but just tell me ya ain't that Tubman monkey." The Hooded Demon's deep accent expressed hatred, his red spiritual aura began to expand with his anger. "I was expecting that boy from last time." Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves.

The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall. "Is that all you've got?" the demon hissed, its eyes glowing like embers as it swung a massive, shadow-cloaked fist. Kai ducked the blow, the wind from the strike ruffling his hair, and countered with a palm strike to the demon's chest that sent a shockwave rippling through the corridor. The demon staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before lunging forward with a guttural roar, its speed defying its massive size.

"You shameless old man! You dare show up at my door and frame me? I don't even have a boyfriend, and you claim I had a baby? Have you ever seen a woman who just gave birth and can still fight like this? Do I look like I just had a baby?" My blows came so fast he was left speechless. Across the hall, my neighbor, Mrs. Marjorie Hale, finally reacted. "That's right! Lynn goes to work every single day. I've never seen her with a pregnant belly! Did he get the wrong person? I recognize him. Isn't he the doctor from that shady clinic on Meadow Street?" Hands on my hips, I shouted, "You filthy crook! Running a sleazy clinic and trying to scam me? Call the cops! Call them!"

My form began wavering, growing translucent. "What's happening?" I asked, my voice strained as the hellish lounge around us seemed to glitch and distort, reality itself fraying at the edges. The demon's smirk deepened into a cruel smile. "You have to save Camille." I opened my mouth to question him further, but before I could form the words, the lounge blinked out of existence. I screwed my eyes shut against the blinding light. When I opened them again, I found myself back on that grassy clearing where this nightmare had begun. But the scene was different now.

Caz hopped up like he hadn’t flown across the floor and was already bleeding from his forehead. He charged at the Rhys, his intentions clear. In his own weird way, this Caz guy was in love with Amira. But Amira was his. Demon growled in agreement, and before he could control the beast within him, Demon surged forward. He shifted and lunged towards Caz, whose eyes widened, and he tried to dive out of the way. Demon had no intention of letting the fucker go, though.