Demonio Amon Romane & Geschichten

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

The trek on foot through the mountains would be long, and we would only be shifting if absolutely necessary. Amon pulled in behind me on his Harley. He towered over my petite frame. He was seven feet tall with yellow eyes. He was only one of the seven Dragons left in the world. He was the only Dragon-Warlock-Wolf-Demon I had ever met, really the only double hybrid I had ever heard of. He was magnificent, the oldest in our group being over 100 years old. He shifted into his dragon form, scales lining his arms and back, his wings standing over ten feet fall and eight feet wide. I climbed on as he was my ride to the cave entrance. Why did dark witches have to be so creepy? DAMON

Fabian emerged from where he'd been waiting in the shadows, his hands raised to show he wasn't a threat. Amon's expression went cold. His hand moved to his weapon. "What is he doing here?" "He's been helping me translate Camryn's journals. He knows about House Gold, about…" "He's a disgraced vampyre who drinks anomaly blood." Amon's voice was ice. "You brought him here. To this." "I need his help, Amon. He knows things about the Houses that…" "I don't care what he knows." Amon took a step toward Fabian.

“Took you long enough.” Aamon could see it in my eyes and felt it. It was the last and final hit and I found abandoning the sentiments that deterred me from fully being a demon. What was the use of remaining human, whilst I couldn't protect those who I loved? A intense kind of heat started to radiate all over my body and I abruptly felt pain shoot all over from my joints to my spine and finally spreading up to my head. “Don’t fight it; let go.” Aamon chanted in a demonic language. “Rise and Avenge!”

The demon dropped Mina carelessly, turning his gleaming eyes on Jo. Amused. Curious. Another cloud formed beside him, coalescing into a second demon. "You’re hiding your scent," one said. "Unmask. Now." Jo's mind raced. Aamon-class demons. Brilliant. Deadly. She cast another dome around Mina. "You want me?" she snapped. "Come get me." Without waiting for a response, she sprinted down the riverbank — away from the others, drawing the threat with her. She didn't dare look back. Didn’t dare slow down.

If things got out of hand, perhaps Lucifer might also get dragged into the situation but for now, it was up to him to make things right. He was trying to figure out the problem with his trusted advisor - Amon. Amon was a fallen angel and the seventh of the 72 spirits of soloman. In Hell, Amon is a strong and powerful marquis. He appears first as a wolf, but on a magician's command, he will take on the shape of a man with a raven's head and dog's teeth. He accurately tells about the past and the future. He also makes men and women fall in love with each other and he settles disputes between friends and enemies. Amon rules over 40 legions of demons.

“For your trial, I shall tell you my name before I kill you kid! My name is ……..” “Aamon, the demon of wrath who serves under the arch-demon Azazel! I know what you are demon.” He interjects. “I am honoured!” A sneer appears on Gurudza’s face, Aamon is perplexed by this. “Why are you laughing, kid?” he asks confused. “Divine punishment!” he shouts and lightning strikes Aamon giving Gurudza enough time to escape. At the Dark Forest “Did you feel that power, Garamba?” Gwanhoya asks looking up in the south direction where Gurudza went.

He barely dodges the damn thing and stares at me like he didn't expect any consequences after threatening to kill my woman. "One. More. Word. About. My. Woman." I growl out word after word, taking one step at a time. Amon backs away until he hits the wall. "Just one word, and I'll rip out your oesophagus with my bare hands. Or, I'll make you watch as I kill the woman who disowned me a moment ago. Then, it's your turn. You'll beg me to kill you. Believe me, I'll make sure your death is agonizing, inhuman, and torturous. Underestimate me, Amon; I fucking dare you!" Eventually, I understand that the furball fought his way to the surface. I don't sound like myself- my voice becomes deep, and I'd

An inch before he made contact, Amon startled awake and tightly clenched his fist before withdrawing in regret. 'Not yet.' Amon thought bitterly, not until he had attained an imitation of a humans' body. However, as long as he didn't touch Aria it was still safe. He softly traced her outline, yearning overflowing from his eyes. Amon's scratchy voice deepened, and it sounded like the voice of a demon whetting one's curiousity to step into the neverending darkness.