Novel & Cerita Custom Made Demon King

"I knocked, but nobody answered. Oh, it seemed I was interrupting something." He looked at me with his black beady eyes taking every inch of my body into his mind and licked his lips. I felt uncomfortable and hugged myself. "Do you mind if I join?" "You fucking bastard!" Dominic almost launched at the unexpected guest, but I stopped him. "Who are you?" I asked and glared. "Me?" He bowed and lifted his head with a grin. "I'm sorry to introduce myself, Princess. I'm Jakath, one of Lord - no - the future Demon King's most loyal general."

King Oannes - Mermaid Fish Demon - Spiritual Demon Lv 8 Bronze - An old man with a beard and human body but has legs like a fish 8. Gin and Gun: 2 twin demons - King Oannes' confidant - handsome face and large build - Spiritual Demon Bronze Level 1.

Some warriors tried to dodge the flying blades and arrows, but they couldn't stop it from bruising them. King Warrick got furious and stood straight. "Let me handle it." he spoke angrily, then the wind blew furiously. Everyone stepped backwards but still careful not to step in the traps. Slowly, the King of the Demon transformed into his demon form. He's a huge demon with two big horns in its forehead and a tail. A dark aura surrounded the King, which absorbed the energy from the dead warriors around the forest. The Demon King is now 35 feet tall. He's now a giant and his face darkened when he saw the commotion in the fifth mountain. He's surprised to see a lot of beasts fighting with their

I replied politely and turned to leave. "I am requesting you, Alexis!" She pleaded and it was really sad to see an old lady requesting me for such a thing. I turned around and asked her, "Give me one reason? I don't know what he is and what danger I will encounter. Why would I risk my life? I need money but I am not greedy, Ma'am." "I have no reason to stop you and make you stay but all I have is a hope. My son, he is a demon king and grandson, a demon prince. They have a demon gene in their blood. That's why he acted like that."

"Who is he, dad?" "I know you don't remember, son, but he was also an Archon. He used to play with you, but he was very mischievous, that lad. The last I heard, he had turned into a demon. Asmodin is the king of demons dedicated to lust. And if he said that to your other half, it means someone offered her to him in payment for his services." "Really?"

I said. “Yes it is, now I actually feel like a king,” he said and I chuckled. He is right though, it didn’t seem he was a king before. We got to the fence, and it left me surprised by how big this place is. Obviously, the demon kingdom has so much land to offer because wow, this is mind blowing, so many spaces and the palace is so beautiful and adorn with riches. The demons are obviously a wealthy nation.

The Demon King was huge and sat upon an impressively massive throne that covered the entire back wall from floor to ceiling like organ pipes in a cathedral. Ruben’s eyes narrowed as he took in the mighty beast languishing on his throne. He was clearly about twelve feet tall, long black hair fell down to his shoulders as two foot long curled black horns stuck through it on either side of his forehead. He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

He fought in war after war for his master, the fiery demon lord, Ivan the Defiler. Until he learned to cage his inner demon. After centuries of conditioning and pain he'd taught himself to control the vicious monster within himself, using his newfound knowledge to teach his fellow brethren. With focused logic instead of blind rage his berserkers decimated their enemies. He led his demon army into battle after battle, conquering the other clans and earning him the title of Sebastian the Vanquisher, Demon King.

I asked. His face hardened and his eyes darkened, as if he did not like the idea, “Every world has a leader, just like every pack has an Alpha. The underworld has its king too.” “A King? Like the devil with the horns?” He hummed, “We don’t call him that there. It is something the humans created. We call him the Demon King.” “Oh, I see. So…are you like, going to make a deal with him?” He sighed, “Unfortunately, I have to. He has the power to do what I explained earlier.”