Demon Realm Romane & Geschichten

Everett told them. "Yes, Your Majesty." They said. "Where do you want to go?" She asked. "I want to show you around. He replied. Everett showed me every area of the realm of Black Mist, and more interestingly, this kingdom has a town. "Did you see it down there? That's a town of Vampire Kingdom. The name of the town is Egralon." He said. "You mean, besides the vampires in the castle, there are also vampires out there?" She asked.

Samson inhaled sharply and eyed him strangely. "I did it as a show of my love for him, unfortunately he destroyed that by doing what he did," he mumbled softly. I eyed them both in utter confusion. Samson saw and sighed. "When lower demon documents are destroyed the demon no longer exists and won't regenerate in hell, so Dane's gone forever now," he explained and I looked at Mortas sadly. "We need to lock Samson's documents up in a fireproof safe immediately," I mumble frantically. Mortas jumped out of bed and looked at us both.

“Technically, he’s three millennia old. That’s a whole build-up of power.” “We’ll figure something out. Draven might not be bad if he wakes up.” From the look in his eyes, I could tell Nathaniel didn’t believe me, so I went down a different route; hopping off his desk before climbing onto his lap. “You know what that just made me realize?” He shook his head. “How old you are. Imagine being alive for so long. It’s mind-blowing.” He snorted. “You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.”

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

"Silverclaw, open a small portal. Let them see." The dragon's magic flares, and a shimmering tear appears in the air beside us. Through it, we can see another realm. A wasteland of eternal fire, rivers of lava flowing between jagged black mountains. And creatures, things that look like nightmares given flesh, prowling the burning landscape. "That's the Demon Realm," I say quietly. "One of the less hostile dimensions. There are worse ones. Much worse." Neon stares at the portal, his face ashen. "You're telling me those things could come here? To Earth?"

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

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.

I wiped my tears and looked at her. “Do you…believe in hell, Mom?” I asked. Her brows furrowed. “Yes? I really didn’t know Majesty but the bible says that it exist for the bad people who commit sins when they were alive,” she said. “They become a demon, Mom?” She was now confused on my questions but I really have to ask it. “No…they are being punished by the Demons, Majesty.” “Then where did the Demons came from?”

“If he does, I’ll come visit you.” I smile. “You will?” The way the four realms worked was like the stack of a ham and cheese sandwich. The top piece of bread was Heaven, the slice of cheese was The Mortal Realm, the slice of ham was The Underworld, and then the last piece of bread was Hell. Only celestials and the souls pure of sin could enter Heaven. The Mortal Realm was a free for all, however, the celestials would not allow supernaturals and demons to threaten humanity into extinction and they would step in when necessary. The Underworld was the haven for all demons and supernaturals who didn’t want to live in The Mortal Realm. And then there was Hell, where most high ranked demons lived

"Where do I come from? The ugly thing in the dock mentioned realms during our deal. Was it hell?" Joseph beat the others in answering. "Yes and no. Francisco and his demons, however, was a different issue. This realm and ours, and quite a few others, are connected. Sort of. It’s basically a different dimension. Demons come from the underworld. Humans call it hell. Well, they aren't wrong though." "Okay," she said slowly, blinking a couple of times, trying to wrap her head around the concept of entirely different worlds somehow connected to this one. It was a lot to digest, so she moved on to another question and filed it away to mull over later.