Adventure Time Demon Blood Sword の小説・ストーリー

The past. The high-ranked demon and his minions launched a ferocious attack on the young Damon, their swords clashing in a deadly symphony. Damon drew out his own sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the demons with deadly precision. "Ahh!" he screamed, dodging multiple attacks with an agility that belied his youth. His sword flashed in the dim light, striking down one demon after another. But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending.

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

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.

He stuttered, his wide eyes focused on me while his filthy stuttering was making me more frustrated than I already was. "You know what is a demon? A demon is someone who takes away your soul." I said before raising my hand in the air as a small branch made its way towards me, and before he could say anything else, I stabbed him with the branch. One time, two times, three-time, ten times. I kept stabbing him until his body stopped moving. Looking at the blood on my hands, loving the scent of it, I inhaled it before taking a small lick of it. I bet Emerald will be happy to drink some blood.

For some reason, this feels a whole lot like a goodbye. The demon slowly descended from her throne, her movements soundless and smooth, her smile only growing wider as she languidly stretched her hand out in front of her… and before their very eyes, out of thin air, right from the gathering shadows itself, a sword–the Royal family's sword to be exact–was suddenly pulled forth from the depths of the darkness, Bellona’s blade was gleaming wickedly against the moonlight, still stained with fresh, dripping blood. Sir Hans Bathory had barely pulled his own sword out from the fallen body of one of her many beasts, listening to it grind against something as he pulled it free when he saw this happen

As he decided on his own words, he picked up the small precious-metal sword by the handle in his fingers. Brow furrowed in adorable bewilderment, Dillon's gaze bounced from Tony to the sword. The blue topaz in the hilt was radiant enough to even reflect the minute amounts of starlight onto his skin. Why was he confused? Did he not want him to slay a demon for him? Tony readied his weapon for battle and lightly squeezed him in his arms. Time to cut an insecurity to pieces.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

Eva no longer answered Iris's question and chose to sit on a chair. “The only weapon that can kill a demon is… your blood.”

Austin stood in between 3 fierce-looking demon, with calculated steps he moved back and lurched at the first. Each demon attacked with only one thought on their minds, kill him. With a loud shout, he drove the sword into the demon's heart. The demon muttered a shriek as it fell to the ground, blood oozing out of its mouth. This only made the others more furious, with angry strides, their swords and daggers clashed with his. He could hear a warning from his demon. He hadn't slept for two straight days and his eyes revealed it all. Anger grew inside of him as he remembered Ariana.