Novel & Cerita Black Clover Demon Dweller Sword

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

"Is there something you can do to help?" "I did some research. The wounds on his side were caused by a creature with claws. I'm guessing it was a demon. I can make a potion to heal the wound, but only if I get something of the attacker's." "Like a piece of cloth?" "No. Hair." "There is no way the demon will give that to us." My eyes widened. "That would require us killing the demon." "Therein lies the problem. We don't know who the demon was."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers. Ice began to encase its hooves, freezing it in place, unable to move. Where did it come from? Before looking around to find the source, I took the opportunity to behead the demon with my sword. These swords were made to kill evil and that's all this demon was. Pure darkness. Once its head rolled on the ground, I began looking around.

He picked up the sword. "Infernal Demon Sword." He noticed that the words were engraved on it. It must be a precious sword passed down for generations to the Gardners, like the Ghost Sword. It was good enough to be a sacrifice. Wilbur chuckled and placed it in the demiplane. He looked at the dead body and said, "Yumi Gardner is enough. You're not relevant at all." He wanted to leave after saying that, but he stopped. He walked towards the broken statue of Asenthia instead.

Clash of two realms Inside the building, Claud had been doing his best to keep the demon occupied. His claws and fangs were fierce, but the demon’s regeneration abilities made it nearly impossible to deal lasting damage. Each strike Claud landed was met with a hiss of pain from the demon, but within moments, the wounds would close, leaving the demon as strong as ever. Claud dodged a swipe from the demon’s claws, using his speed and agility to stay one step ahead. He tried to use his elemental powers to create a barrier of fire, hoping to slow the demon down, but the creature simply walked through the flames, unscathed.

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.

"We have another bid!" Victoria let out a pent up breath, her eyes traveling to the new bidder. The man was tall and lean with dirty blonde hair. He was dressed in all black, the lower half of his face hidden by his cowl, and had a sword strapped to his side. She frowned; he appeared human.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”