Novel & Cerita Cursed Demon Slayer Images

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT🎀 She was now watching his face intently, completely mesmerized by how flawless he looked even while unconscious. It must be a demon gene... she thought to herself. Even though she knew folklore always depicted demons as ugly, monstrous creatures, she knew the truth was different. After all, Lucifer himself was a demon, and he was notoriously beautiful. And since Lucifer was the ultimate ancestor for all demons, it actually made total sense why Asher looked the way he did.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE PITS YOU RAN TO, KAEDEN VANE. YOU’VE BROUGHT YOUR SOUL TO A SLAUGHTERHOUSE.” I shake my head, my teeth gritting so hard I fear they’ll shatter. "Get out of my head!" “YOUR DEATH WILL BE SLOW AND PAINFUL” The air becomes darker and I realise that the shadows have slightly materialised. I can see sketches of the demons in my peripheral vision, their grey, elongated limbs with too many joints, fingers that end in hooked, obsidian talons. They are slithering along the ceiling, cackling and hissing at me.

"Control yourself, Levante. The curse is devouring you from the inside!" "You dare speak to me like that?" I advanced slowly, my voice a low, guttural growl that no longer belonged fully to me. Power radiated from every pore, making the air thick and oppressive. "Offer your soul, old man. I may grant you a quick death." "Levante, snap out of it. This is not you. You cannot kill me. Remember who I am to you." "I do not care." My eyes turned pure black, swallowing all light. "Give me your life, or I will slaughter everyone inside this house. Their blood calls to me, whispering promises of sweet release."

I dive to the side, narrowly avoiding the demon’s magic, and grip my weapon. “Caleb!” Fighting the demon alongside Adrian’s wolf and Annastasia’s raven, Caleb follows the sound of my voice. I throw my silver dagger—its use intended to capture the demon—and he catches it with a similar tendril of his own, only it’s the same colour as his eyes. I’ve never seen his succubus side before; it’s utterly breathtaking. Smoky tendrils burst from his back, lashing around him and colliding with the demon’s. One of Caleb’s tendrils catches the demon on the cheek, and dark blood surfaces like tar. With his magic holding everyone else at bay, the demon touches the blood trickling down his face and snarls.

If it meant I got to keep my integrity, my purity… The thought of father Cassimir laying his hands on me springs to mind. The lust, the thought of defiling me was visible in those greedy eyes so vividly that it makes my stomach turn even now. I will not let a man do that to me! Even if he was kind and gentle!

I am hoping he will let me go after them. ‘Demon cursed?’ The Demon King asked and I nodded as I left the territory and just stood outside it. My tracker team is waiting not far from me. I showed them that I will be talking to them soon. ‘Yes, it is a demon cursed with the blood of royalty from the lycan side and wolfside. It will be an abomanation if I let it grgow and get a life. I am sure you can understand the complications of such being coming into existence,’ I hope this can convincec him to let me go after her.

“I saw demons in pictures. They are scaled and with a tail. And also with wings. Some. Maybe it will grow? Vic turned to her, the girl quickly hid behind her brother, just as quickly looked out and stuck out her tongue. - Do I look like a demon? - Vic said in confusion and thought, trying to comprehend this news. - Thank you, Yarsy. “Well, you don’t look very much like a demon yet, only in part,” Kim consoled him. - And who is Yarsi? Did he turn you? So is he a demon or a werewolf?

Ugliest and the most rotten werewolves. With his other hand, he tried to reach my neck. However, I instantly grabbed it and snapped the bones in it. Then I kicked him and heard the crunch of bones before he crouched down. He wailed in pain, and I hissed in return. Kyro took over me. My eyes turned red. ‘You deserve more for laying your filthy hands on my girl, you foul creature.’ Relaying through the mind link, I raised my claws in the air and, with a single, fierce moment, ripped his head off his body.

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

The thick purple liquid in the cauldron began to boil and a thin veil of steam curled upward before falling over the edges of the cauldron like a volcano eruption without the explosive sounds. Slowly, it cleared, and faint images started to form. He could see them running. From what or to where, he didn't know, but he could tell that the bundle being carried in the arms of one of the demons was the new Dark Lord. The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld.