The Servant Is The Demon King Novels & Stories

"You are just an evil man who wants to keep me chained to your side forever so you can control my powers. You're despicable." His head fell back as he laughed, the noise coming deep from his belly as if he were genuinely entertained by what I had said. "That is where you are wrong, my little witch. I am not an evil man at all. Don't insult me by comparing me to the inferior males of your kind. I am a demon, a King, and I will get what I want. If I want you, then you will be mine."

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

The only daughter of the old Vampire King, Fehdrik. There was six high ranking maids that The Demon King himself, appointed as his trusted and personal servants. He turned them all to lycans so he could telepathically speak to them and so they could move a lot quicker as his maids. They were all surprised when he mind link them earlier and asked them to meet Vehonia on the third floor.

she inhales deeply before speaking, "I would like my most trusted maid to be transferred here. I will be too lonely as I do not know a soul here. May I request for her?" Narth was quick to look down. "Another human in the demon's domain," he simplified. "You must be aware that we demons disregard titles unless you are the King." "I am your future Queen," she argues. It sparked into Narth and Zierux smirked. Silence has somehow occupied them but Serra couldn't let it go without an answer. "Since the maid is my subject I will protect her from harm. The Demon King is the only one I cannot handle." Realizing what she has spoken, she couldn't help but get lost. Whose soul just snatched her for a

Demtew yells as her two servants bring him down to his knees. “I know that, when a demon enters a light kingdom it is said to turn the person good off the person and that is what I am about to do. It was nice knowing you Demtew, you would always be my favorite servant. Thank you for serving your queen.”“N..no…no…nooooo!” Queen Lilith said, digging her claws inside Demtew's chest as she sucked his soul turning him into dust. Queen Liith laughs evily as she summons out all her demon minions all over Mephistopheles.

My demons could not help me find Alexa while I fought but the pink things would do. I walked up to them, with authority. I needed them to know who was their master. "I am Elliot Vile, the devil. The King of demons and the ruler of the underworld. From this second to the second you die, you must obey my every command and serve me." They seem intimidated and frightened by my words, except for one that was laughing. He was the shortest but had the smoothest skin, obviously the youngest. I picked the lightweight creature and squeezed its neck. The others shrieked in fear while the creature gasped for breath, trying his best to free himself from my grip.

“Come this instant! The ritual must go on!” Ambrose gave one look to his slave, Sayo, in one of the robes of the wizard and unleashed his demon. In a frcation of a second, all the soldiers held their breath, unable to believe their mortal eyes. They expected the King to turn into his beast form but what stood before them was a murderous devil. The King before their very eyes had turned into a demonic creature. Dark bluish veins protruded around his eyes. Dark tentacles extended from his body and as if to chill them to their bones, his feet lifted off the floor.