Demon King Konosuba Novels & Stories

"The demon lay caged within his mind. With a thunderous roar he broke his bonds of servitude and laid waste to the Demon Lords. Nothing could stop him from vanquishing his enemies..." - Witness to the rise of the Demon King, Sebastian the Vanquisher. Northern Romania, 1327 A.D. "Master, open the door!" With a grunt Sebastian rolled over, pressing against the naked female body that lay beside him. The woman sighed, slipping her pale hand up his neck to twirl around one of his horns. Smirking, he slapped her round backside and bit back a groan.

The small cyan boat appeared once more, but it had turned upside down. After a while, Dark Envoy Extermination's figure also emerged, but his head was also smashed and his body had begun to dissipate. The black demonic fog was overflowing. He was completely dead. "What..." Everyone gasped as they looked at the irascible white behemoth. Boom! The Demon King dove back into the magma, diving down. Before people could react, it jumped out of the magma again, but it had returned to the size of a stupid cute cat with three or four crimson koi in its mouth, which was almost full. It was holding a thin white bone in its front claws.

Leak keeps going on his provocation. They seem to be affected by his provocation. “Please don’t listen to him!” Alfi exclaimed. “I am the Demon King. The only one who will lead all of you! You will be safe if you follow me. You may perish me and end up like that or you perish those humans and serve me!” Leak puts a smirk on his face. ”It’s your choice.” “Cocong, get that woman,” Jeje said. Cocong coils Kartika’s body with his body out of the blue.

The demon king is a terrifying visage. His face is covered with a black mask that is long and has two creepy looking horns that are extending from the top part. He’s wearing a sturdy looking armor that covers him from head to toe. However, that is the least bloodcurdling part of his presence. My eyes are drawn to the creature that he is standing upon. It’s a dragon. A flying dragon. A dragon with wings My shock is immense. And that’s not all.

The Demon King was huge and sat upon an impressively massive throne that covered the entire back wall from floor to ceiling like organ pipes in a cathedral. Ruben’s eyes narrowed as he took in the mighty beast languishing on his throne. He was clearly about twelve feet tall, long black hair fell down to his shoulders as two foot long curled black horns stuck through it on either side of his forehead. He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless.

The King supplies, but he also seems to have catched on to the other situation and the small big magical elephant in the room. “Ah, yes. Well, I speak for myself, my pack and seemingly for the Ambrosia Coven,” the King nods as his Queen also nods, her eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter at the sight of the grown kickass men not paying attention anymore. “Uhm, your Highness?” “Huh. Oh, I’m sorry Luna. I must have zoned out.” He answers with a small blush on his cheeks. I had no idea demons had the ability to be embarrassed, but you learn every day.

A man who not long ago was a guinea pig for the humans, a demon who is trying to cope with the pain of loss and loneliness. I scanned the room, and I felt something click within me -a special recognition. A middle-aged man with red eyes smiled at me. My demon felt safe around him; he was a demon king, for sure. Because my demon felt the need to surrender, to bow to him. Then beside him was a younger one, same build, same stern gaze, different eye color. He was the current demon king.

The air was thick with the scent of incense, which adds to the ominous atmosphere, and I was feeling unease creep over me. "Get up and let me see your face." His deep, menacing voice rumbled, cutting into my head as I stood abruptly, gazing at him straight in the face, causing terror to shake me uncontrollably. The Demon King sat upon his throne, his towering form casting a dark shadow over the grand palace hall. His skin was a deep shade of obsidian, and his eyes glowed with an intense crimson light. His horns curved menacingly from his forehead, and his sharp fangs glistened in the flickering candlelight.

He smiled and hugged me, placed a kiss on my cheek, and get back to his position. " Ladia and gentlemen, I think we are done over here so you all can leave and I will look into the matter closely myself and get back to you with the result," Dad ordered in his king tone making everyone nod their head but one of them dared to step forward in front of me and announced. "Your Highness, are you aware that our kingdom has been attacked several of kinds by your husband's kinds? Means the demon?" the man asked flashing me his fangs as he smiles trying to be polite but it was far from polite but creepy more.

His body suddenly became outside of his control, and he couldn't move a muscle after the middle-aged man used his strange art. "You! Why are you meddling? This is not your job!" said the demon king, looking coldly at the middle-aged man. He knew who this man was, and now he knew why his two subordinates had died so tragically. If it was this man's doing, then there would certainly be no victory in fighting him.