Biwa Art Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"You would betray your friend just to compete with her. Why should I believe you?" Elodie collapsed. I, meanwhile, was already counting down the minutes until night. When Lucien left, I called after him, "Can I come early?" This time he laughed softly, finally believing I was truly interested in him. "Of course. Come find me." With those words, I waited until he had gone and slipped over early. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw him behind a thin curtain, the full force of his demonic true form barely concealed. His dragon body was powerful, marked with black scales.

Affectionately. "Artemis, you are too strong to lose control over your wolf." Another bout of pain, stretching of limbs and draining of fury... Then exhaustion, transformation and... Realisation. I was... A monster.

And Kyra, on the other hand, has Cael as her partner and she has the technique to beat the opponent. Cael pulled out his boomerang and attached it to Kyra’s extended dagger. Kyra made a quick punch and kick, then she suddenly grabbed Cael by both legs and threw her closer to the opponent. Kyra is good at balancing, so with each kick, the demon can stab her weapon into it until she injures its entire body. Cael quickly approached and made powerful kicks and punches until the demon could not recover and, in a flash, Cael buried his claws in the demon’s chest, and from his hand inside, he pulled the heart. He also pressed hard until it crushed and the demon turned to ashes.

The hooded figures began to chant, their voices rising in a dissonant, haunting harmony: “Born of the shadow, the flowers shall rise. Through the vessel’s pain, the old world dies.” The Vhalir watched the carnage with a look of serene boredom. He watched as the blood reached the center of the sigil, where a single, black flower made of obsidian and shadow began to sprout from the stone. He stood up, his golden hair catching the dim light of the torches. He looked toward the ceiling, as if his gaze could pierce through the miles of earth and stone to find a small apartment where a boy was waking up from a nightmare.

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

Are you telling us that you know where it is? Kai: Of course, after that night when the thousand demons were freed of their slavery they all retreated and came back to the demon world with a certain Artifact in towed. Yes, that artifact is currently in the Demon world. So are you not all tempted now. Even after thousands of years you humans have never found a way to freely travel between worlds like us demons. So now that I have given you a chance, won't you take it? There was a silent pause in the room and no one uttered a single word.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

Aoi added. “It is the incarnation of demon’s misdeed. A demon who was born by the flame of wrath and the darkness of fear.” Buriko added. “And, they call it...” ßenlong said. “Banaspati, the Wandering Torch,” Jeje added. ”It is a manifestation of high-level witchcraft and it is really strong. Rumor has it that no one is able to defeat it even the gods. He will always wander and pulverize anyone put a step on the floor it guards.” He looks agitated.