Void Demon Novels & Stories

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

Finally, he sighed as he relaxed once my fingers went to work. “Eros is an incubus demon and must have sex to take the life force from humans to stay alive and to pay back Lucifer for the inappropriateness he tried with his daughter,” he said softly. My fingers froze as my brow furrowed. “He is a real demon? Did he try to seduce the devil’s daughter?” Nodding he said yeah and nudged me to keep petting him. “So he has to be a man whore to stay living? That seems like every man’s dream,” I muttered sourly and Samson pffted at me.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

She looks around, completely unfazed by the thirty or so huge, jacked bikers surrounding her. “I’m looking for a… Damon Montague,” she says, checking a small slip of paper. My eyebrows shoot up, and I glance at Devil, who’s now glaring at the girl. “The fuck you want with him?” he growls. His voice is threatening, but the girl couldn’t care less. “None of your fucking business,” she says, matching his tone. Damn. Girl’s got balls. Devil has a nasty rep... almost as bad as mine. His name wasn’t given to him for fun. The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes.

A fiery trail followed his finger. To move to another world without being summoned, a half-demon would need at least forty sacrifices. Maybe less, but then you wouldn’t be able to maintain the vector. Now, look at the formulae and the parameters: speed, direction, accuracy, safety... I didn’t get a good night’s sleep, but the night was very productive. In the morning, Argadon left, taking the assassin with him, and I went to the barracks, in a very appropriate mood: sleepy, but content.

As I navigate my way from the shelter to where the egg is I check my status. [status] Species: Lesser Demon(0/20){Uncommon} Exp:0/10 HP:120 CON: 10 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:53 DEX:9 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:25 STR:7 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 20 INT:4 (1INT= 5MP) [Skills: Absorb(C), Stealth(R), Enhanced(R), Calm down(U)]

After that day, Demon worked on learning as much as he could about reading, writing, math, adulting, and the world he now found himself living in. Smiling as he and Leo walked to the lake and waterfall, he thought when Hades called him home to kill him for disobeying, he would die happy. He got to live in the light. The only light most demons experience is the light they steal from others. Demon continued to smile as he and Leo were baiting their fishing rods. Leo was chattering the entire time, "Oh, Demon, guess what? Mama and Gammy finally found that spell they were telling you about. The one that will keep everybody clean because it will stop that stuff from oozing off you." He was jumpin