The Truth About Demons Novels & Stories

“Why did you jump off that roof?” I look up and meet his sharp green eyes. Sharp and passionate eyes. I just wonder if it’s a passion for violence or death. It’s not romance, that’s for sure. “Because I knew the wendigo would escape, and I wanted to capture it.” “It?” He leans back. “Do you not think demons are real people? They are not ‘its’.” “That wasn’t what I meant,” I counter. I need to clear this up. “I believe demons, like every creature in the world, have the choice between being evil and good. That wendigo was evil.”

“Werewolves, for instance, are forged from pure aggression. They are expert at winding lies into their own mythology – the Curse of the Moon, for example, made people believe that they needed a full moon to shift. They will say anything they can to get what they want. And what they want is… death. Death and destruction, vengeance and power and tyranny. “Demons are much the same,” she’d continued. “Demons live in the underworld, and must be summoned to rise to our plane of existence. They cause chaos, destruction, but they are – for the most part – mindless. They attain pleasure from the pain of others, but they rarely mastermind their own attacks. If a demon is being careful, it is being con

“You could be right. My people faced demons in the past…but that was many, many ages ago, long before I was born. Long before my waziri mentor was born, and his mentor, too. I know few details, but it is said they were the most powerful enemies my people ever faced.” Leesa did not like the sound of any of this. The only demons she had ever heard of were in stories she had read or in movies like The Mortal Instruments. Those demons seemed to have all kinds of different powers. The one thing they all had in common, though, was that they were absolutely and completely evil. Was it possible that one had somehow been reborn or unleashed right here in Connecticut? “If it is a demon who is behind t

The last thing I heard before pulling through the clouds was his voice in my head. " You won’t take her away from me again” he said. Wait. Again? I called my advisors to do some research on everything they had on Xavier. Red eyes and smoke were only common around one species. Demons. Demons are the vilest creatures who inhabit peoples' bodies on earth. They exist purely to create conflict. Was it possible Xavier was possessed by the spawn of the dark one? If that is the case, how long have I not been talking to the real Xavier?

“I saw that, and no, you probably will not gain another pound until that curse is satisfied or promise, but either way, don’t get used to gluttony, dear. It could come back to bite you in the end.” “Point taken,” Purity responded and sat on the bar stool at the counter before asking, “Out of curiosity, Johnathan, are you like a demon from Hell? I’ve been wondering about that.” “Oh my, poor thing, do you not know where demons come from?” Purity shrugged. She didn’t think it was a weird question, and she obviously knew there was only one place that had demons unless you consider some humans to be just as evil. But that was the thing she found odd. Johnathan didn’t seem evil but relatively norm

"Yes. Only the fire. I can fly, I can transport a few feet as long as I can see where I want to go next, I can read lies, and I can…" "You can read lies?" Laira asked, her eyes widening. I nodded my head. "Almost all demons can. We can tell if you’re lying, and we can see all the lies you've told in your life. But we can never read the truth out of you." "That’s confusing, what do you mean?"

Elior nodded, his expression calm. “Those are unclean spirits and demons that produced them. They linger close to humans, whispering corruption, seeking to influence, to twist, and sometimes to possess. Do not be deceived, my lady. Those who fell from His grace, the fallen angels who became demons, are far more dangerous. Many of them will not appear terrifying at all. They are masters of deception and often wear faces that seem harmless.” He turned to her fully then, his voice gentle but firm. “Remember this. Sight alone is not a burden. With faith, it becomes protection. And with faith, it becomes power to stand against them.”

“Technically, I know someone who knows how to deal with demons.” I blinked at Spade, still unable to catch up with what he was blabbering about. Sure, Gladia had said she was a demon more than a handful of times, but I always thought it was a figure of speech. Her attitude passed with flying colors for that category, but are demons really walking among us? Werewolves are supernatural creatures—we belong in fantasy books—but demons? They belong in hell, right? “You… you know someone who knows how to deal with demons?”

“ You must have gotten in by faking your identity. It got me wondering if Eren is even your real name.” He came to sit on the bed giving a considerable distance between us.“ Yeah you're right.” I swallowed as I stared at him.” Tell me the truth. Tell me who you really are and why I'm being targeted.” He sighed heavily.” You were bound to find out sooner or later anyway.” Since engulfed us for a minute or two before he finally spoke up. “Do you believe in demons ?” I creased my brows but nodded anyway. “ There are some people who see humans as objects and a tool to experiment on. There are also some sick people who make use of human organs to keep themselves healthy and young.”

Finally, I shook my head. "No. I don't trust you enough for that. Is there another way?" Martha visibly relaxed. Apparently, all that time she was ready to grab me, persuade me, pull me away and stop me from going inside. The demon, however, only smiled. "Good boy. Be sure to remember not to trust demons. Not because we're spawn of the Dark Tempter or whatever it is you call that, it's all stupid. No, it's because people are our food, and negotiating with your food is the same as if you tried talking to a piece of sausage. In the end, you'll still eat it, whatever it told you. So don't forget that."