The Servant Is The Demon King Novels & Stories

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

He turned to the charging demon. "It's fine for you to watch me first. It will also be good to witness what kind of person you would be." After that, Sir Benjamin opened his umbrella and flew toward the charging demon. A loud and massive explosion occurred when the two met. The energy of the upcoming demon was so strong, that Lucas and I were pushed back despite the protective ball of energy around us. When the dust settled down, the demon and Sir Benjamin faced off against each other. "Great Devil, I finally have the honor to face you after hearing your names for thousands of years. I once called King Yan, and I am now reborn as Demon King Yan. You might have finished Orculus by yourself bu

“No, believers are categorized into Jems and servants, if you're not marked as a Jem, then you are a servant,” “I see, but you still haven't told me the purpose of a Jem.” “Sex... Demons have destined mates, but can still choose a human to satisfy their needs, in return... that human earns respect” “But I still don't get it, you're a demon, so why did she dump you for another?” “He was royalty,” I grumbled. Arriving at Devil's Lare, I looked across at it, my heart became heavy. “Tell him I forgive him, and I want him to come back to the apartment, we have bigger issues dealing with.”

"I knocked, but nobody answered. Oh, it seemed I was interrupting something." He looked at me with his black beady eyes taking every inch of my body into his mind and licked his lips. I felt uncomfortable and hugged myself. "Do you mind if I join?" "You fucking bastard!" Dominic almost launched at the unexpected guest, but I stopped him. "Who are you?" I asked and glared. "Me?" He bowed and lifted his head with a grin. "I'm sorry to introduce myself, Princess. I'm Jakath, one of Lord - no - the future Demon King's most loyal general."

Let's just see who will win this game in the morning then. As soon as the sun went up, I woke up to start the day. This has been a routine for me as the head butler of the house. The residents of the underworld would surely laugh at me for these insignificant domestic chores. I am a demon prince for crying out loud. I am not supposed to be under a human's command. But in order for me to be able to spend time with Andrea, to get her trust and to receive her love, I had to do this demon-discriminating job every day for as long as it takes. I finished everything in one go; supervising the human maids and errand boys to do this and that, taking care of the menu for the day, checking the meat bus

His clothes were too expensive, his eyes, too malevolent. “Your Highness?” I turned with eyes full of tears; I had rubbed them with my sleeve to get that effect. Goldwork was a pretty scratchy material. “Y-yes...you came?” “You may call me Servitor Ignacio.” I nodded. Not a thrall, no, a servitor. That was top brass. “Servitor Ignacio, I would like to entrust the body of my poor uncle into your care.” “Yes, child of light. I know that the king is dead, but why—”

24 hours later Capital Daemonum Regnum,Demon Kingdom The sun was dim outside, the vociferation of the greetings for the new Demon King was sounding everywhere outside, and the devil tree, Alstonia scholaris, stood outside as silent as ever, not its leaves of course — they were dancing to their heart's content, assisted by the howling gales. The villa of the Demon King was, immaculate, this whole procedure from moping to making it more tidier, was taken out by the Demon King's butler, Fidelis , Servus De Fidelis. The door of the villa opened, welcoming the dim sunlight inside of the villa, illuminating a coruscating kaleidoscope of dazzling brightness. And a well proportioned young man in his

“You’re a demon. You should like that.” “I like control. And you—you’re chaos.” I didn’t answer. The flame hovered behind me, whispering promises. The Demon King circled me. “Who do you serve?” “No one.” He stopped. “Everyone serves someone.” “I serve purpose. And right now, that purpose needs your power.” He tapped a claw against his jaw. “Then we’ll test your loyalty.” The walls shifted again. A demon appeared in chains—one I recognized. A face from my past. “You must kill her,” the Demon King said. “If you hesitate, the trial ends.”

Dimitri looked at his mother who nodded, and then he looked at the strange woman whose lower body was that of a snake, and the other woman who had wings for arms and talons for feet. “Serve me,” Dimitri finally said, “but make sure to serve my people as well.” There was a sigh from among the creatures this time. The harpy was tearful while the lamia almost jumped for joy as they were given the opportunity to serve the new Demon King. They promised to serve the rest of the beast folk as well and they gathered around to escort their new king and his people through the gates.