Primodial Demon Romane & Geschichten

"One who holds the exact age of a demon, as well as its name, has complete dominion over it." "I see. Like a servant?" His eyes sparkle. "Like a slave." "Oh." The redhead proceeds with the explanation: "But if it matters that much to you, our friend here is one of the Originators. Which makes him older even than Earth itself." "Originators?" "I like the way you tilt your head when you don't understand or know something." Julian doesn't seem to be debauching. "As I said earlier, there are many things we must still teach. But just to get that cloud of confusion out of your head, Originators are the demons who were cast out of Paradise."

The nine-tailed fox shook its head and said, "Neither of you noticed there is something wrong with the Primordial Sacred Land?" "The Primordial Sacred land had always been on the righteous side. Yet, now they are colluding with the devil cultivators. Look at Baldwin. There was no sign of his celestial light on his body anymore. Instead, his body is covered with black and heavy demonic energy. It is even purer than Grenn's. I think he is not the old Baldwin anymore." Ever since the Primordial Sacred Land waged war, it had noticed something was wrong with the Primordial Sacred Land especially after it had witnessed how Darius died.

Cacodemons are similar to demons in appearance but possess lesser intelligence and evolutionary powers than demons. It is a bit surprising for Pride to send his scion away to be tutored by those the ordinary demons consider ‘lesser beings’ than their ‘distinguished selves’. As his name implies, he will never bow to anyone but Lucifer, but that does not mean that he does not recognize a good thing when he sees it. In fact, his nature is what allows him to identify entities and materials of stellar quality.

“I-I’m not mortal. Not...anymore -and that’s not -- I mean -- You’re supposed to be, you know-- beastly!” Cerberus put a hand to his broad chest, as if insulted. “Beastly? I'll have you know this is the body most of Hell prefers. Caius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tyrel, darling, he is a three-headed hell hound. That is his.well, primal form. This” Caius gestured toward the handsome demon, “is the one he uses when he doesn’t want to rip furniture apart by merely existing.”

Again the criminals were usually locked up instead of being killed, which was quite an odd ritual indeed… He almost laughed at the thought of it. In the demon realm, one could kill anybody you wanted as long as you were ready to bear the consequences of angry relatives, and also provided that there was a good reason for that harm. Most times, relatives didn’t even care and depending on your demonic rank, most demons got away easily with anything by just laying subtle mere threats and that was all. Unlike him, he could do whatever he wanted though without seeking the validation of any freaking body. He was a primordial demon, and he had the embodiment of power as he was one of the strongest b

pulsing with a frequency that threatened to shatter their bones. Suddenly, the aurora above us curdled. From the shifting mists of the horizon, three figures emerged. They did not look like wolves, and they certainly didn't look like men. They were towering columns of sentient energy—one of liquid fire, one of crystalline ice, and one of absolute, star-flecked shadow. They moved with a predatory grace that made our "Grey evolution" look like a clumsy, half-finished toy. These were the Primordials: the original architects of the wolf-soul, the ones the First Luna had betrayed to build her Foundry.

Apex pulled back as the smoke cleared the Demon smiled as his strike barely did any scratch to his jet black scales. With but a flick of his fingers Apex was blown away taking the force equivalent to a hundred thousand stars imploding at the same time. Apex was taken back by the amount of force from a single strike as he was badly wounded from a flick insulting the beast for his show of might. The Demon reached out his hand pulling Apex back as he grabbed him by his neck slowly choking the life out of him. "Apex, know only this I did what I had to do to protect the balance and nothing more. The Primordials were foolish and corrupted, thus I gladly killed them all and took their power for mys

A Primordial, newly awakened and furious. Kai, Maya, Dax, and Ghost formed a protective circle around Celeste, their combined power feeding into hers. But they were struggling. The Primordial was too strong. “MORTAL CHILD,” it boomed in a voice like mountains grinding. “YOU DARE BIND ME? ME, WHO SHAPED THIS WORLD BEFORE YOUR GODDESS EXISTED?” “I don’t want to bind you,” Celeste shouted back, her voice strained. “I want to send you back to sleep. Back to the peace you knew before this fool woke you.”

“That’s the only way they would have memories from before they were demons.” Caiden nodded. “That’s right, you’re quick. Demons are mostly human souls who sinned and were given a chance to become demons to better themselves. When a demon gets to the top tier, they have a chance to start anew again as a new soul. I just can’t remember anything from before I was a demon like the others do.” Clara digested that information thoughtfully. Perhaps Beryl would end up as a demon when she died. She had commited enough sins to become one.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe