The Truth About Demons Novels & Stories

"As I said earlier, there are many things we must still teach. But just to get that cloud of confusion out of your head, Originators are the demons who were cast out of Paradise." Shandra forces herself to remember the few religious lessons she had during her life. Yes, demons were angels who were cast out of their Home, but were there other kinds? In other forms? She looks at Sam. Julian continues: "But that's where the story gets better. Sam is one of the very few demons in history who has achieved the impossible." The fire-eyed demon remains looking earnestly at Shandra, who also says nothing or even dares to move. Julian concludes: "He has angels as allies."

I feel the D'Angelos behind me. —Listen to me, you son of a bitch, you won't say shit about my daughter anymore, you won't think about her for a second and you'll regret all your sins. You are going to live, we are not going to kill you, but if you are going to record our faces in your head—I make him look at the three of us—, because you are not a demon, you are a rabid rat like Gandía and the hunters are eager to exterminate them . Demons are the ones I drive and gods are the ones you're going to have to pray to, because from here neither God nor the Devil will come to save you.

the three of them look at Lorey with questioning eyes “demon? Aren’t they bad?” “NO WAY demons are real” “Well, Minotaurs are real… what’s more with a demon?” “Hmm… make sense. So, what kind of demon are you?” “They are bad… right” all demons are bad” “Why are you stereotyping? Not all demons are… yes, they’re bad! So, why are you here?” The man looks at them awkwardly and waves his hand to the girl which is straightly eating her food beside him, she didn’t even budge or look at him

But the demons' enemy is none other than those who are quite the opposite of the—religious believers who call them their guardians and protect them from Satan. Angels. It's been known for many generations about angels and demons, light and dark, good versus evil. All those concepts have been taught from a young age to adulthood. I read a few things about demons from the archives that light magic is their weakness. They hate that holy light shit. The real reason ferals come out only at night or when there is no light in the sky. But I also know the blue-black flames can also hurt them. So, basically - demons are fucked no matter how they are killed.

That’s what we were told in school…anything else and hysteria would have erupted. Demon’s are dangerous. They don’t have morals. They use, manipulate and kill at will. The Angel’s wanted to rid the world of their plague and didn’t entirely succeed. We were told the few Demon-bloods that still exist are such a small amount we are never likely to account one in real life, and now I’ve just been told by a Noble that I’ve sat across the table from one. A full-blooded Demon, even. "That's impossible...I mean, not impossible, but highly unlikely,” I whisper hoarsely, feeling true, horrifying fear course through me.

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo

I ask, eyebrows rising. "Well, yeah. I mean, we all believe in angels, so why not their evil counterparts? A bit unfair to only take the good and leave the bad. My mom taught me to pray to God, the immortal being who made all the spirits. She said that the demons are the spirits who rebelled against their natural purpose and destiny to serve God. We can't see them, but they're around, I guess. Guardian angels and trickster demons, that kind of thing." "Sure, yeah I get that. But what would you think if I said I saw one, in the forest that night?"

I wiped my tears and looked at her. “Do you…believe in hell, Mom?” I asked. Her brows furrowed. “Yes? I really didn’t know Majesty but the bible says that it exist for the bad people who commit sins when they were alive,” she said. “They become a demon, Mom?” She was now confused on my questions but I really have to ask it. “No…they are being punished by the Demons, Majesty.” “Then where did the Demons came from?”

He didn't know what he was to expect upon exiting the golden gates that he'd known all his life. Having slipped on a plain black hoodie and jeans, he'd hoped he wouldn't stand out once he reached the pits. Everyone had explained for years that it was a terrifying and depressing existence to live in. Not a soul ever dared to enter without reason. It was believed that demons were hateful creatures, relishing off the agony of others. He didn't believe this to be true, but it didn't cease the fear that bubbled in his chest.

True demonic infestations were a once in a lifetime encounter, if that. “Yeah, I’ve been speaking to the shaman through email. He’s willing to get a group together to offer help to guide the spirits that want to move on after the stone is gone. He’s made it quite clear he won’t force any spirit on if it doesn’t want to go.” She closed the notebook and gave it back to him while shaking her head in denial. Too many fools lumped demonic activity to witchcraft. She knew enough to know that witches didn’t believe in the demons and the negative afterlife that Christians did. They often portrayed witches as summoners of demons and practitioners of the demonic.