We Create Our Own Demons Novels & Stories

Don't leave them and keep feeling ashamed. I want you to be proud of yourself, your act, what you do and everything. What demons can I think of? The ones I normally encounter in people are habits which has eaten deep to the fabric of their souls that they become blinded without knowing that those things are still demons. Like... pornography, masturbation... That's the common one and it obstructs internal happiness though some people don't know. Smiling when you wake up even becomes difficult. Sleeping with a peace of mind even becomes harder. Dreaming while asleep and seeing demons even makes it worse. It's when the internal spirit has liberation that inspiration is born.

"Young Lin Ze, what are you frowning for?" Mr. Lin Ze could not help but voiced out his thoughts politely, "Master Xian, if we embrace demonization, we will become mindless demons. We might become powerful but we are going to lose ourselves. Once we become demons, we are no longer ourselves." Having consciousness or not, it would not make any difference as a demon. The person would be consumed by hunger and greed to devour. He would be controlled by that bottomless desire. Mr. Lin Ze had seen countless experiments when it comes to demons.

Jasmyne asked. “Humans are consumed by ego sister. They serve their sense of self. That’s why all of this is happening. Humans serve themselves, not our planet. They care about their comfort and their progress. Their need for more and more, that’s what’s causing the atmosphere to change. This reinforces everything the Council told me. God created humans and Satan created demons. They balance each other, so it makes sense they would both work off the number nine.” “What are you two doing down here?”

If we could weather this storm, and face our demons head-on, perhaps we could emerge scarred but stronger, with the remnants of our love forged anew. With hesitant words, laden with the weight of remorse, I began the arduous task of rebuilding the fractured trust between us. In the darkness, we confronted our deepest fears and insecurities, exposing the raw wounds that had festered in the shadows. It was a battle against our demons, a quest for redemption in a world tainted by doubt and despair.

said Hannabelle and there was a collective gasp from all around the room. Hannabelle said,” When it comes to demons we don’t play by the rules. Jezebel is one of the worst kind of demons that is there, and she knows that if she loses then she will get the worst kind of punishment in hell. Desperation makes people do very bad things and after all she is a demon. Sinning is like her second nature, so she is going to do a lot of issues and that might harm the humans of the state,” said Hannabelle and Azure and Aithusa both started thinking that they might have got into something which was out of their control.

The cruel twist? That was home. If I could even call it that. It was a joke, really. Not one I laughed at, but the kind that sits heavy in your chest. My fate? Written by God himself. Edited by suffering. Published by pain. And I’m just living it. Page by page.

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.

He continues his speech, the same one I have heard almost daily for decades. “They call us demon, devil, night walker, shadow reaper, but we would not be, were it not for their meddling.” The venom dripping from his words is putrid. He stands tall and firm in his conviction beside me, and contentedly watches the new-borns tear the unsuspecting coven apart. Women, cradling their children, run for their lives but are quickly caught and fed upon. This isn’t nature, it’s a massacre and I am one man, helpless to stop it.

They cut back to the garden, where he pointed at the camera, speaking through grinding teeth. “That’s how wrong I was in the head that night. That’s the power these entities can exert on their host. They aren’t true spawns from hell, but they might as well be, because they do the Devil’s work. That’s why they’re considered demons. They were protecting themselves and their food source, like animals do. But in the process, they could’ve pushed me to condemn my soul. Because they don’t know about right and wrong and they couldn’t care less. So they cloud your mind until you stop caring too. And feast on it, right like devils do, pushing you down, closer to hell, one step at a time.”

At the bottom end it read, "The creature is bonded to it's master by blood. Let the drops of your blood run through the circle to summon it" Arianna dropped the book instantly, she didn't have a good feeling about this. She felt she shouldn't be doing this, blood is sacred and could be used to do unthinkable things. Standing up from the ground, she leaned on her desk, but as she did, the sharp end of her quill pierced her hand. "Ouch!" she flinched as she tried to carefully pull it out, as she grabbed it and pulled it out, a streak of blood ran down her hands, drops of it falling into the circle. Arianna gasped, she didn't know what would happen next.