We Create Our Own Demons Novels & Stories

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

Every fiber of my being vibrates in anticipation, knowing I will take my fill of the young tonight. It’s both a blessing and a curse being a demon, the stuff of nightmares human parents tell their children to encourage ideal behavior. Little do they know we’re real until they’re faced with looking us in the eye as we suck free the piece of them that truly makes them human. Without a soul, humans – and other creatures alike – become walking shells, stumbling towards the finish line of death, but salvation won’t await them. Soulless creatures aren’t welcomed home by their gods once they’ve taken their last breaths. They’re shunned to hell, where my kind waits to torment them until the end of t

The day that you've thought about often, but never quite like this . I'd imagined a heart attack. A stroke. Choking on my own vomit. With a random stranger's hands wrapped tightly around my throat as my coke-addled veins screamed not for life, but for just one more hit, just a bump of powder, just a little one, anything, please fuck, I'll do anything, please. I never imagined I'd be standing in the living room of an apartment that existed in an underworld dimension, created by a demon, who was about to hand me over to another demon to honour a centuries-old debt. I mean, because what the actual fuck , right?

"Love is blind, demons are from hell" "Yeah they were created by the devil to punish the damned, how are they evil?" he paused long enough to give me time to answer, but I had no answer, Mike shook his head and carried on "Demons punish those who have entered hell, murderers, rapists, pedophiles, if hell is prison, the demons are the prison guards, they are made, created, for the purpose of punishing, that's it, Maya has never hurt anyone whilst she's been on Earth, but if you don't want to help, that's okay, I'm sorry I wasted your time" Mike stood to leave but I stopped him "No, Mike, I'm sorry, please let's sit, and talk" I suggested as I touched his shoulder to stop him from leaving.

That night, as I stood alone in the Dominion guest wing overlooking the city skyline, I understood something clearly: They were not trying to separate us physically. They were trying to make the world believe we already were. And belief, once widespread enough, becomes its own form of pressure. But pressure only fractures what is already unstable. And we were not unstable. So the question was no longer whether they would escalate. The question was how far they were willing to go. And what they were willing to invent.

They always come out of the dark. Sin lowers his head as he utters his next line of words. “The way God has angels by his side, and the devil has demons on his side, I wanted to have mine. So, I created them. However, the curse that had been placed on me made it extremely difficult to create loyal servants the way I wanted and from my numerous mistakes, arose the seven deadly sins.”

The lady spoke. “The myth of how we came to be, has many different versions, but the truest is that we were created to fight an evil, the greatest evil - demons. Who created us, is who we call mother of wolves. But in truth it was life itself who created us to fight death, but now death has descended upon this very earth to take all life and it is our prophecy to fight against the mother of wolves one last time.” The boy translated and all listened.

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 had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane. One touch… one swipe of a hand, and they made sanity disperse. Turning thoughts into nightmares and delusions. Daymares and horrors. Their deepest fears surround them until the only way out is for someone to take their own life. Haunting them and turning their reality into hell on earth. A twisted game that they would sit back and savor as their victim twisted themselves into oblivion and misery. It makes me shudder to think he has that ability too, and it sounds like he's used it before.