The Servant Is The Demon King Novels & Stories

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

The many colours of angry swirling magic thrashing against the jars that have them contained until they are needed. One of my servants comes in. She is a submissive demon, I have a few that work in my household. “Are you ready to get out mistress?” She asks with her head bowed at all times, her eyes flick to the hologram of Chemosh’s daughter before looking back to the floor.

Whether they got back to their time or not, the first priority was ensuring that they got rid of the curse. “You’re sure?” he asked. “Yes.” “Can you tell who has it?” She took a minute, her gaze skimming over the handful of servants. At last she pointed at a slender male wearing King Edward’s dark green uniform. “There. The demon.” Kain studied the male. He was average height with brown hair smoothed into a tail at his nape. His features were pale, and carved into stern lines. Kain didn’t recognize him. Which meant he wasn’t a servant of King Edward’s when Kain had been in the lair.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

Cali:- don't be sure about the king, he chose to play this game or not, even if doesn't choose and someone will game then after the death of the King he will become the next king, sorry I didn't know about the rule and I made up that time. demon:- so the king always stands in a privileged position, that is not fair. Cali:- tell me what are you going to do there, this time I want to know about your plan. demon:- you are asking the wrong person, I never share my plan, I just tell them their role and I have already told you your role, so play it well. Cali:- what is my role be your servant? demon:- your role is to stay by my side no matter what, the demon leaves her.

I smirked while playing with my scythe, eyeing him intently. He is Warrick, the King of the Demon Kingdom, who was blessed directly by the Demon God and undefeated for centuries. He had killed and slave humans while taking advantage of their weaknesses. This demon should be punished. Then, King Desmond and Vladimir—the fake King of the witches, joined the giant demon. I smirked as I read King Desmond's and Vladimir's mind. Vladimir said, 'Tsk. This girl is weak.' "Don't underestimate me, Vladimir," I said but didn't look at him and he was dumbfounded.

There was a human-looking one that reeked of magic, another who looked like The Mormo’s and he smelled of human blood. But the most intriguing was the last one. He was big and broad. He has a war form similar to some gods, and big horns that stood upward proudly. He took a big breath and shuddered. That creature’s blood was divine. He is of the god’s blood, but it was one he wasn’t familiar with. “Who is that mortal with dark silver war form?” He asked his servant without taking his eyes off that magnificent creature. “He is the demon king, my lord. He is the grandchild of the Christian God.”

Her name seemed sacred to him and just calling it out when his servant was servicing him, didn't seem right. Resting his head back, he closed his eyes, imagining it was that witch doing the same act to him. That got him to full mast already. The servant girl too was a bit taken aback by the sudden swell in his c*ck. Her chest beamed with pride, thinking that she had managed to satisfy her master, the all-powerful vampire king.

Julius hesitantly looked at me, but he bowed down and left the room in the end. “That butler’s a demon,” brother Noah said as he looked at me with his furrowed forehead. “And?” I asked. “And so do some of the servants here,” he said. “So?” I asked again. “Why do you have demons? Are they your slaves? You know that slaves are forbidden,” he said. “They are not slaves… well~ they became slaves, but now, they’re not,” I replied, then looked at the knights that he brought. “They are also demons… so? Are they your slaves?” I asked him too.

He smiled at us and stuck out his tongue with a very sharp tip. “Just get straight to the fight. We don’t have time for a tea session with a filthy demon like you,” Acanta firmly blurted out. We were all surprised by what Acanta said and her sudden change of behavior. “Young lady, you are too brave to say such things to a demon king like me. I am Belphegor, by the way, the Demon King of Hell in charge of sloth or indolence. Unity via surveillance is the harmony I seek. While I push buttons and flip levers, keep an eye on the crowd. As your punishment, I will lazily bend your bones and muscles until you can no longer move,” the demon threatened her who introduced himself as Belphegor, the dem