Novel & Cerita Butterfly Breathing Demon Slayer

A snarl ripped through him and the air ignited around his wings as he surged upward, the wind splitting against his ascent. He tore through the sky like a comet, lightning burning from his throat. He struck the first of Vraeleth’s phantoms with heavy force, rendering them naught at once. Another came at him snarling, he grabbed by the neck and raked it apart, fire spilling from his claws. He should have been unstoppable. But the demon was watching. Vraeleth turned towards him, her movements languid. Her shadow stretched, coiling upward, swallowing flame and light alike. She raised a hand, and the sky bent around her. What had been air became weight, invisible, crushing her target with precis

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

Exposed. Dante stepped into the sliver of neon light. His skin was translucent, showing the pulsing gears of a machine beneath the muscle. He pushed her back onto the bed. The weight of him hit her like a falling mountain. It was a 3D pressure that crushed the air from her lungs, grounding her in a reality that was falling apart. "Am I the demon, B?" he whispered, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "Or am I the only thing keeping you from drifting away?"

Shandra is not sure if she is alive, dead, delirious, or dreaming. All the girl can understand is that she is being held tightly by a man with the scent of roses and jasmine, who besides having sparkling, warm, pink skin, is literally flying and standing in mid-air. She stares at him, startled. The winged creature's voice is sweet and smooth as wine: "I got you." Shandra has no time to react. Quickly, rage-filled growls take over the clearing as Sam and Julian take the natural demon form, and fly at them.

Simple tricks wouldn't hold him. The demon casually swiped his arm, and there went the fire. With inhuman speed, he lunged forward, seizing Hayden by the collar. Leaning in close, Arlyaen exhaled a putrid green puff, teeming with a swarm of hundreds of malevolent, winged creatures. Their jagged wings buzzed and screeched, filling the air with a cacophony of malice, their eyes gleaming with a sinister hunger. "Swarm of... Allura?" Hayden gasped.

Every cell in his body geared up to drain the aura of the demon that had dragged his tom into the abyss. Spitfire launched himself over the edge, reaching out. He didn't even get close enough to touch the demon before he was draining out the thing's aura, mercilessly taking everything the demon had to offer. A pair of leathery wings sprung out of his back. Spitfire kept them closed tightly until he was able to grab Guru's arm. Flicking the wings open, the no-fur was able to slow their descent. He flapped them furiously, trying to pull both of them back to the bridge.

She looked down at her fingers and saw that the blade slipped out of them as if made a loud noise against the ground. She looked at them, and then at Calleb. She was shaking uncontrollably while she tried to catch her breath. And then her mind went back, her vision became hazy and blurry. Her lungs were acting like lungs and it felt like it was slowly being filled with water. She gasped for air, and yet her own body was betraying her. She commanded her limbs to move, for her mouth to scream, and yet she was out of control. ‘What are you doing?!’ The demon inside her screamed again and again. ‘Stand up and kill him — kill him!’

Instantly, an alarming burst of spiritual pressure and spiritual flames shot forth from him to the skies. The thunder cleaver transformed into a long and thin sword. "Take that!" Wilbur barked. He quickly ran forward a few steps before leaping up into the air. He aimed for the Realm Demon's neck and slashed at it once more. The Realm Demon roared angrily and slapped at Wilbur. A strong gust of violent wind came rushing toward Wilbur. Dark winds gathered. The spectators down the hill looked up in bafflement. They were dumbfounded. They could not see Trevor, but they could see the Realm Demon.

Face slightly slant towards her direction, fuming, “Next time we'll meet,... I'll kill you!!!” After he declared it. He shots his pistol three times at the endless sky. Suddenly a group of blue morpho butterflies emerges out of nowhere, fluttering with its beautiful wings around Aoi Akuma making a spectacular and enchanting sight. As soon as he put back his hood on his head while smiling deviously towards Zitrey, the butterflies landed on his cloak giving off a silhouette full of these beautiful insects. But before it could completely hide his face, his lips move, mumbling with a sad face, “Sayonara, Tomodachi...” Then in twinkling, as the Blue Morpho butterflies fluttered up at the night sk

I call out seeing how they are losing breath as Demonica squeezes their necks. Leo who now get the chance to push that soldier blocking him runs towards Demonica with sword ready to stab Demonica but Demonica just look at Leo then I see how her eyes change from Demonica’s reddish eyes into a scary black with no life seen in it. Leo is covered with a dark mist as he struggles to get free. I cover my ears when Demonica suddenly laughs in satisfactory and the way she laughs sends shivers and fear to everyone. I have to cover my ears because her laughter is like a screaming of a scary ghost. I look at Leo who is now slowly being covered by the dark mist; Vlash is struggling to get pass the soldi