The Servant Is The Demon King Novels & Stories

He produced the list of souls and the servant crossed off the names of the souls that had been collected by his other servants since his last drop off. “Good work,” he added as the servant wordlessly walked down the stairs to drop off his soul. The hardest part of being the ruler of the underworld was getting used to having lots of servants around that didn’t speak and stared at him blankly. An amusing quirk of the system was that the servants retained a similar appearance to whoever the ruler of the underworld at the time. In his case it meant they all had long gray hair and pale faces. Out of the three of them he was the only one to have emotionless servants. Draven had other demons in hel

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”

"KING ASMODEUS! THE HUMAN!" The demons around me whipped their heads to the intruder and one flew to the servant and snapped his body against a tree. A sickening crunch was heard and the servant fell to the floor in a small lump. He didn't move again. Before I could count to three, someone appeared next to the dead servant. Adrian.

I defended and treated her kindly, and she went on to show me the respect I deserved. "It is the right decision, Edith, because I'm never wrong," I answered then crossed my legs. Unlike most demons, the demon king and I had a sixth sense that was more than an instinct. Before something bad or good could happen we had a feeling about it. Before the human boy could be in our territory I felt it. I knew that it was just a matter of time until a servant worthy of my care would come my way. That's why I refused to take in any slave.

Yes, today should finally be a day that runs smoothly. ~~~~~ -LUCIFER- “Please, my King! Have mercy!” The demon servant begged on his knees before me. As it turns out, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone in this trip to the Citadel of Sorrows. The traitor in my palace and the demon cunt that sees herself fit to be a queen...what a laugh. “I don’t understand the lack of loyalty from you.” I say looking down at the servant in disgust. “You were compensated well for your work, your family taken care of and yet you still betray me and my Queen...for what?”

She was always very fast with her attacks, and her footsteps were always so faint, one wouldn't know that anyone had passed by. We circled each other after she had consistently come at me and had gotten tired. I just tired out a demon. “What does the Demon King want with me?” I asked in a low tone. She bowed her head slightly and her eyes never left mine. “I do not know, Tenebris. I am only a servant to your rise. The reason is hidden from me.” I hissed at her response, and then I flashed my sword in her face. “Then fight me.” I growled. She winked at me and smirked like she was having fun.

He entrusted the child to his devoted female servant, and together they departed, descending into the depths of the realm of darkness—Hell itself. Their descent brought them to a foreboding castle, nestled within the fiery pit of Hell. Sinister and bizarre demons guarded its entrance, their twisted horns resembling those of malevolent reindeer. Lucifer fed his three-headed dog with flesh torn from human bones, while the female servant bathed the wailing baby, immersed in a bathtub filled with tears and sorrow. Curiosity sparked among the female servants, giving rise to whispered gossip. "Why would our king choose a human as his bride?" one dared to ponder, her gaze fixed upon the bathing ser

Not a creature undone by a girl’s whispered ‘stop. The demoness arrived quickly. She materialised from smoke — tall, beautiful in an unnatural way, snake-like skin marked with gold lines, eyes bright and eager. She was one of the Pleasure-born — servants crafted from Hell’s magic to be used, not felt. She took one look at him and smiled — a slow, knowing curve. “My King,” she purred, bowing low, letting her long hair spill forward.

When I turn around I see one strange demon, that I have never met before. "-Who are you and what are you doing in my castle? I ask the demon. -I am sorry your Majesty, my name is Dean, and I am here as a gift from your partner, my only master, ruler of hell, Cade. The demon replies while bowing before me. -A gift you say? What exactly can you offer me that I might need? -Anything that your heart desires, my sweet queen. The demon replies while measuring my hot naked body, trembling with the desire of having me.

Though peace had been attained the soldiers started to call the Demon Behemoth, in honor of the ancient guardian Demon that protected the ancient lands of Kirryu. Despite his grunting and frightening growls, the Demon didn’t mind it so long as they did not disturb him. That afternoon after a hefty 32 hours of training one of the servants from the castle called for him while he was eating his soup. "Good Sir, You are being summoned by the king to the banquet hall." The Maid said. The Demon growled ignoring the maid He uttered no words with only a single glance and made his way towards the castle.