Blind Guy From Demon Slayer 소설 & 이야기

Muscular and resolute, Liana’s steely gaze hinted at the countless battles she had endured, and her presence exuded an aura of raw, unbridled power. Next to Liana stood Rowan Blackthorn, a silent yet menacing figure known as the Shadow Reaper. His dark armor seemed to blend into the shadows, his movements quiet but deadly. Rowan was an assassin by trade, his abilities in stealth and precision killing unmatched in all of Somerland. He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it.

Lions and goats clung to her garments, crawling up her shoulders, their stone claws digging in, making the entire figure feel disturbing. Pelin’s grip tightened around my hand. “Manolya,” she whispered. “I don’t like this.” “I know,” I murmured. We moved deeper into the temple, inching closer to the statue. My hellblade began to glow, its familiar red sheen flashing ominously in the dim light. Pelin gasped softly. “your blade.” I looked at her hand. Her weapon glowed in response too. “Demons or creatures” I whispered. “where is it? I don’t see anything?” Pelin said cautiously.

She hadn't turned evil. She had only become... alone. The demon moved slowly, carefully. He extended one hand—but didn't touch her. He merely placed it near, showing her he was there. That he meant no harm anymore. "The village... was blind," he said hoarsely. "They couldn't tell light from fire." Rea opened her eyes slowly. Her lashes were wet, her gaze exhausted—but for the first time, calm. "And you?" she asked. "What did you see in me?"

I scream, but no sound comes out. Suddenly, the wraiths descend upon me, their hooked talons digging into my shoulders, pinning me down. One, their leader, looms over me, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-sharp teeth. I make another desperate, stupid attempt to scream. Suddenly, bright golden light engulfs me. A silhouette leaps from the void, wielding a sword, and goes after the demons. He moves with a lethal, fluid grace I’ve never seen. With a single, sweeping motion of his hand, a wave of light blasts the wraiths backward, turning them into ash.

I freeze in my spot as our eyes lock. His eyes are heavy with lust, and mine filled with astonishment as his body wracks under the sheets. Seconds of silence pass by after his orgasm, and I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. I’m standing at the door, peeping through the small area. I didn’t think he’ll be able to see me from here. … [he had on a blindfold which was supposed to mean he couldn’t see, but he wasn’t human, he was a supernatural being, so he knew i was standing there all along, fighting to resist him. the devil is indeed a tricky person] …

Heavenly art – flashing lights The demons surrounding Elijah are immediately blinded by a bright light emanating from his being, Elijah takes advantage of this handicap and immediately attacks the dastardly creatures with a light blade construct ELIJAH : Heavenly art : Blade of light He cuts through them swiftly in one omnidirectional swipe of his blade, several shrieks emanate from the demons as they are cut down, blood spluttering all around, more demons attack him and he is forced into serious combat, he cuts through a fireball the shape of a boulder and blocks the weapon of a demon before him, he engages the demon for a while blocking it’s strikes before finally disarming it and cutting

She looked like a harmless woman in a different decade until she raised her head and you saw her white eyes with no distinction between her sclera, iris and pupil. She was blind like all seers were. Exchanging sight in the physical world for a sight that brought down empires and steadily twisted the seer's mind until they broke and died or ran mad. Seeing her move towards me, I shook and Dorian took my hand as though trying to comfort me or simply just tell me I wasn't alone and I appreciated the gesture. I squeezed his hand back. Without a guide, she walked straight to Damien and bowed, a smile curving up her face.

Dillian laughed provocatively, a mischievous smile dancing across his lips. “That’s true…” I growled sarcastically, baring my fangs as I watched Dillian avoid my eyes in unease, surprising everyone. “It is a fact that my mate has been blind since birth. It is also true that Nocturnus marked her with his magic. Doesn’t that make you question why? Why would the Moon Goddess assign a blind she-wolf to her most loyal and supreme warrior? Why would the Dark God go through the trouble of marking her instead of killing her?”

The poor soul gasped as Dylan leaned close. “You can rest now,” Dylan whispered before yanking the blade free, blood dripping from its silver edge. The others trembled as he said, “Take the trash out.” Once they left, the air grew cold. A dark shadow coiled behind him, and Dylan immediately dropped to his knees. Out of the smoke stepped a man unlike any other—his eyes pitch-black, his skin with a faint silver hue, fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Lord Elijah,” Dylan said, kneeling.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.