Why I Quit Being The Demon King Wiki Novels & Stories

He said. What the hell have I done!!, why did I even believe in such a thing, I had no idea what I was doing and this is the consequences. But maybe he is just like my guardian angel or something like that. “What are you?!.” I asked, if he wasn’t the Greek god of luck what is he!. “I am the Demon king!.” He replied with a sinister smile. I ran towards the door, this is no joking matter I was in the same room as a Demon king!. Before I could run two steps the door in front of me closed and I heard a clicking that indecated the door has been locked.

"What?" "The five cities are mine. I'm leaving Olympus. We're done." He went rigid. I didn't wait for a reply. I started to get up. The great king of the gods frowned and caught my arm. "There's no rush. You're still hurt. Let me heal you properly—" I jerked back from him as if he'd burned me. "No. Your power makes me sick." I just wanted out. To get out of this place that was suffocating me. The wounds I could nurse on my own.

Not bad, but scary, might be more suitable to be called a ghost. "Don't think I'm that bad. I was sealed by the son of the demon king in this room. He sealed me because I tried to stop him when he misled young men into killing girls." "So, it was really the devil king's son?" asked the Prince. The grandmother nodded. "I only ask one thing, get me out, send me to be purified in the white galaxy." Hearing a big request from him, Justin immediately called Dave so Dave came to pick up this demon. Dave gladly accepted this request. But just as Dave was about to head back to the Galaxy with the granny, Justin stopped them.

Yanyan shook his head but also smiled. You are fighting the wrong person because I'm a Demon who will kill you all. No one can fight me even Satan. I‘m a real Demon who don't want to fight, anymore. Don't try me, I don't hesitate to kill all of you. I'm not just a Demon. I'm also the Queen of all Queens.

He was either taking me to the wrong place deliberately or waiting for me to lower my guard, so it could try to feed on me. "How long have you been here?" I asked. "A thousand years." He answered. "Have you heard of the demon king?" I asked seriously. "Of course who hasn't? He is the only one with the power to command any form of dark Spirit, soul, or creature. His magic is very strong, and he is greatly feared. But I heard from some wandering souls that he was slowly losing his powers. Is that true?" He asked. "No," I answered. There was no way I was going to tell him the truth. He would not only tell the other spirits, but he could also put the king's life in danger.

The Hyenas, the mountain Elves, the gnomes, and even humans who have had encounters with demons were there all dressed up. The sun was up as usual and it was even as if nothing has happened. A few months back he had fought with the demon King and erased him from existence. After his defeat, the demons asked for him to assume his throne. He however refused. "I appreciate your willingness to make me your ruler but," he sighed. "I can't." "What?" "Why?" "This isn't right!" They murmured but then he cleared his throat to calm them.

To torture me! I racked my fingers through my hair. My jaw was hurting from clenching. I rested my elbow on the arm of the chair. I inclined my head to one side. I spread my fingers on my face, still, I could see the pause video screen through the split of my fingers. who stood within this slaughter. I had killed them brutally one by one. By the time, it brought my demon out. People called me a heartless demon. 'I'm more than just a heartless demon! I'm the king of this hell.'

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.

She gasped, and I chuckled. "My mother was a vampire princess, and apparently my father was a demon." I shrugged my shoulders. "Dominic explained to me that it was my demon, the one who took most of the torture of my early years, so that side of me is the one becoming feral with the passing of time." I explained, "He is the Demon King, so he can..." I paused, "He can command you," she sighed, and I nodded. "See? I am going to be well cared for," I smiled, and the concern in her eyes changed.