Demons

Demon's existence was categorized into different stories. What do you know about Demons and their existence? Obviously, a lot of people assume demons to be the root of evil.

Some people say; Ancient Demons were once fallen angels who fell to the dark side and were banished from heaven.

Some say; Demons are evil spirits taking the form of humans as a disguise to carry out all their evil schemes.

Demons are hot, manipulative, seductive, possessive, and powerful.

Not many know the story of the rejected son who had special abilities.

Well, how about we find out what Demons are?

"You!!" A fragile fair-looking lady on the floor yelled in anguish, holding the spot on her stomach that was bleeding profusely. she winced in pain.

Little drops of tears flowed out of her eyes while she severely bled, thinking back at how everything started, she had regrets.

A deep intimidating voice chuckled, moving closer to Rhaenys, the lady sitting helplessly on the floor.

Looking around she wept inwardly seeing the lifeless body of people who were once her family, calming her resolve she dropped her gaze on the cold Devil standing in front of her and glared at him intently.

Dalon smirked darkly and sat on his throne made of gold. It had thorns arranged vertically and horizontally on each side of the throne, with a two-step stair attached to it.

Rhaenys parted her mouth in both astonishment and submission.

How could she have underestimated a man.... No DEVIL.

He was the fear of the world. His anger could destroy a village and his roar could destroy kingdoms.

He was rumored to be the result of Lucifer's fornication, No one knew or questioned his existence.

What the demons he ruled believed was, he is someone treasured by Lucifer and they wouldn't dare to cross their boundaries.

"Are we getting excited, huh?" Mockingly he rubbed his jaw and dropped his head back.

"Why won't you kill me!" Feeling the pain from the stabbed wound, she yelped and squeezed the wound to stop it from over-bleeding.

"Eager, are we?"

He took a deep breath and stretched out his right hand. A golden round cup was dropped between his index and middle finger. It was a cup filled with wine.

He slowly dragged the cup to his mouth while mischievously looking at Rhaenys.

"I don't mind sharing!" He offered and she averted her gaze with gritted teeth.

"I would never share with a bastard like you!" she cursed at him and spat out blood.

Shaking his head he tsked and stood up from his throne, and a demon retrieved the cup from his hand.

Dalon was wearing a long black robe that flowed along with his strides, his black hair was combed to the left with a parting that divided his hair.

His face was radiating a dark and cold aura.

Rhaenys swallowed and dropped her gaze,

His chest was open and it caught Rhaenys's gaze.

For a second she was stunned by what she saw but remembering who was in front of her, she rebuked herself and glared at him.

"I know how it feels to be in pain" Lazily he said and bent down to her height.

Rhaenys looked at him in disbelief, she wondered if a devil like him knew what feelings meant or if he had ever felt one.

she scoffed and it amused Dalon "but this is not pain" he added

He looked at her blue eyes and he felt a sudden calm emotion, shrugging the disgusting feeling off he stared directly into her eyes.

Rhaenys is a very beautiful lady, she had long golden curly hair that accentuated her face.

He sighed "beauty with no brains" he mocked and smiled at her.

She spat at him and chuckled " I am not yet dead! " she bragged, she had nothing to lose so irking this demon in front of her wouldn't make an impact.

A demon scurried to Rhaenys side and raised his hand to whip her but Dalon raised a hand to stop him before it could hit her.

"Let's not torture our beauty!" Strangely he didn't want her to be tortured when he was the one who stabbed her. Ridiculous!!

Dalon hated weak beings and humans were the perfect definition of 'Weak'

Rhaenys was the successor of the witches, she came into the underworld to offer a peaceful truce between the demons and the witches.

The enmity between both parties had always existed and didn't seem to want to end.

Rhaenys agreed to do it in anticipation of what she had in mind and not this unexpected unfortunate outcome.

Seeing Rhaenys still adamant and confident, he loved it and he also hated it that she was not submitting even on the verge of death.

"Just kill me!" she yelled at him and it caused the stabbed wound to widen.

"Arghhhh" screaming in pain, her whole body vibrated and it felt like she was being stabbed all over.

If she wasn't a witch she would have been long dead, she traced her gaze towards the sword Dalon used in stabbing her, It wasn't a mere sword.

It was one of the ancient powerful swords retrieved by the demons during the great war,. It had inscriptions on it but they were languages of the old Valinor.

The biggest, most powerful, and tyrannical kingdom, before the great war. Valinor was a kingdom with varieties of ethnicities. Some came in through marriage, trades, military, alignment, and migration.

The common way people came in was through slavery, it was told that the king wanted to be the most powerful and prominent king in the world so he ventured into varieties of illegal businesses.

"Go ahead and beg for your life!" He impelled but Rhaenys wasn't scared of death.

She would bravely embrace it if that was her fate.

"Over my dead body!" she retorted and smirked at him, Dalon didn't seem fazed about her decision.

"Dead body!" He raised a brow at her and crossed his fingers in front of her "No way" then he burst into a series of laughter.

Rhaenys got infuriated and felt like stabbing him.

Dalon stood up and Rhaenys made sure her gaze followed him, he picked up the sword and slowly licked the blood on it.

"You maniac!" She felt like throwing up.

He aimed the sword at her and.......*Phewwww*