Biwa Art Demon Slayer の小説・ストーリー

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe. Arth widened his eyes, amazed. He never expected Janshai to be a reaper. Janshai grabbed the scythe and then gave it a quick spin before he made his stance. The three devilions lunged at Janshai altogether. They all leaped into the air, forcing their claws out to slaughter him. But then, Janshai extended his long scythe and then swung it in a circular motion, spinning at an incredible speed. Arth’s lips parted as he saw how the scythe instantly sliced the beasts on air, before they could even reach Janshai. One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the

Haneul patted her shoulder, amused, "Okay. Stay behind me. We'll find Theo in no time." Just then, the mist around them thickened, and Haneul barely managed to pull Tina aside as a thorny figure jumped them. With one clean strike from his sword, the demon melted into a puddle on their feet. Tina stood there, stunned. "Tina, stairs! Go!" Haneul shouted, and Tina's body sprang up. She ran up the steps as fast as she could, Haneul right behind her. As soon as they stepped on the landing, the rain stopped, and several other creatures appeared around them. The spiked, lithe bodies of Leviathans and something else, pale, human-like creatures with glowing red eyes joined them, staring at Tina hungr

One was covered in long fur and had three heads in one neck, one of the heads was gummed together with another one. The third creature was creeping over the man on the mask's shoulder. It looks like a combination of a monkey and a cat, and it too had bat wings. On closer examination of the art pieces, I noticed that the demons were not dancing, but praying to the person with the golden necklace. Each of the creatures held a sharp weapon in their hands. The picture was in black and white, you could see that it was an old picture. The other person in the middle had a stroke of gold light radiating from him. He had his head bowed and his hands grasped in prayer.

said Bowen happily and a little proudly. "Wow, are these weapons capable of injuring demons and preventing them from regenerating their wounds?" asked Edmund specifically. "Yes, Edmund. These weapons can injure and kill demon-beasts. But I don't know if this thing is useful against demons with higher powers," said Bowen with a shrug. "It is okay. The important thing is that this weapon can kill demon-beasts. Can I take it?" asked Edmund. "Of course. Bring it and distribute it to the warriors to fight the demon-beasts," replied Bowen.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.

"It's the scythe! Use the remaining artifacts! We would not lose to this weak old Great Devil or else it would be a stain on the history we will be making!" With Cassian's instruction, the other demon also revealed all of his artifacts and displayed them to help him stop the powerful sucking energy. The Capital which had stood for thousands of years really deserved to be a Capital. They have a lot of artifacts with them. As the leader of the higher circle in the Capital, the vault was naturally with them. The demon Cassian and the other demon did not spare any of their artifacts and used them generously to avoid the umbrella's power. The two demons saw that they were able to fight on equal g

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.