The Servant Is The Demon King Novels & Stories

The servant added but her response was met with silence as I swung the washroom door shut. I took my time in the washroom, scrubbing my body as if I wanted to scrub myself of the devil's pack.. I washed my hair and made use of the hair dryer to dry it off. “You're taking a longer time…. please…. Help in sparing my life!”. The servant cried out from the room. What exactly is wrong with her?. Is that how the devil is towards his servants?. I see why he prefers being called the devil. I walked out of the washroom with a pink towel tied across my chest,the servant was already packing back and forth in the room,her chest heaving.

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?

Disgusting trash that he dared said was one of the worst rulers yet. With him, the demons had fallen even more into debauchery but it was probably what they wanted in the first place anyway. The two lords were coronated after the king to govern over the other regions while being supervised by the third lord who was also the king. The trap was the lord of the Land of Babel and was called Jezebel, followed by the dull-faced demoness who governed the Deadman Land and was called Skeleton, and finally, the lord of the Blood Sea and the demon king called Tempest. He had sparkling magenta hair with conspicuous yellow eyes which seem to glitter even more than the angel lord's. How could a demon poss

I wasn't going to. "The king asked me to bring them to you. This is Colton and Innobel. Your servants" At first I felt relief when he didn't say what I expected him to say but that relief quickly turned to shock when I realized what he said. My servants? What did I need servants for? I looked at the two people who were staring at the floor and then I looked at Hermes confused. "I do not need servants," I said to Hermes. "The king said..." "No way. I don't care about what he said. I don't want any servants. That's ridiculous" I was just a servant myself so how could he get servants for me? It was absurd and there was no way I could accept them.

The male servant was lying dead next to him with his pants rolled down and his dick gone. "So much for living in paradise," Samson sighed painfully and patted Mortas's shoulder. "He's dead and already back in hell my king," he states calmly. Mortas started sobbing uncontrollably and wiped his eyes with his bloody hand, streaking his face with Dane's blood. He looked up at me and raised his arms. I kneeled down and hugged him as he cried on my shoulder. I glanced at Samson and rolled my eyes as I patted Mortas's back.

Silently, I thanked the deity for help. “Yes, I’m looking for your king. You can call me Reggie.” I replied. “Why would a demon want to see my king?” Varian asked. “I wish to provide him a service in return for his gift. I have no ill intent in my purpose. Would you contact him?” I answered. “We’re not like shapeshifters. I’m not connected to him. I can take you to him. But it would mean me doing you a favor.” His eyes darkened.

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"

"He's a heartless monster, darling. He's not what you think he is. He's only marrying you because his mother said so" Tears fill my eyes, the ache in my chest gradually increasing by the minute. "What is he?" I ask and he smirks. "Are you sure you want to know that?" He asks. "I want to know" "Your future husband is a demon. He became one as soon as he was cursed. He is popularly known as the shadow king. His winter magic has been replaced by shadow magic which can only be possessed by a demon. He would never be free from his curse, darling. Not even you can save him"

These creatures stood before Zino and knelt down before him DEMON SERVANT #1 : Command us master, we shall do your bidding ZINO : Destroy your kind… ( with a voice that was filled with hate) The creatures nod their head and immediately rush into battle cutting down all demons that stood in their way, Zino stares down the carnage his minions are causing and wonders how long the war would last and if they would even be able to win it.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”