Demon King Konosuba Novels & Stories

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.

I am here, I am with you. No reply. “Do you understand what a Demon king is?”, Kera asked, despite the Queen and their companions behind them charging onto the battlefield beyond them. “I am as vast and eternal as the sea. The king and his brothers sought me for my power.” His magic flowed around hom in an unholy aura.

* * * * * * Agila's POV Ademon, now the new King, stands in front of the crowd of royals, servants and his own warlocks, wearing the precious crown of Adiran on his head. I am on my knees and bound with chains. Two soldiers stand beside me on the raised stage, like there is a chance I can escape. Small drops of blood are still falling from my nose and my head hurts.

Lydia stood at the front of the demons, and beside her was Alora, the traitor who had turned her back on her own people, but the demon king; he was no were to be found, did he just planned on watching from a safe distance or was he suddenly going to appear once the tension in the battle got thicker. And boom, Kiara pushed through the crowd of Lycans and Warlocks, taking the first bold step to cross the invisible line, as a hypnotic laugh rolled off her lips, followed by the steady cranking of bones, as scale began to cover flesh and soon, she shifted into something bigger, something larger, and something more intimidating than the rest of us-the demon king, as her demonic beast towered a rea

His next words sounded like an active bomb explosion over my ear. He can read my thought now or what? He really acts so strange sometimes. "Uhm.. please don't take this the wrong way, but all my life, I've heard the rumors.. The demon king.. is.. uhm.. is it true?" I wasn't bothered about how badly I must have spelt out my sentence, I was more concerned about finally letting it out. He chuckled lightly. "It might be true." "Or it might as well just be rumors," I stared blankly at him, unable to process his explanation.

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

Kent grunted. "Kent, ugh where in god's good name are we?" Yuuno moaned. The Demon smirked. "It would seem that you two have returned to my domain… It would seem." Yuuno saw the Demon's form for the first time as a mixture of a werewolf and a Dragon. The Demon stood as 11 foot and 9 inches tall, with jet black scales and fangs of silver. His eyes burned a bright drowning in the blood of the guilty, the demon had 7 horns 3 upon the sides of his head and the other upon his forehead shaping it into a crown of thorns.

And I wanted to become as awe-inspiring and menacing as he was. Meanwhile, the demon wrapped his wings around himself and all of a sudden, started shrinking. In a minute, the pangram contained a rather cute-looking noble. You'd never guess who he was if you didn't know! He had golden hair, blue eyes, and marble-white skin. He was so thin, you'd think he would break if you blew on him. Instead of a whip, he had a rose in his hand. The rose was the last straw. I had no words. Yet the demon finally spoke up, like wind roaring outside the windows of the old tower.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

The man stepped out of the darkness and into the light. Arabella jerked her head up to look at him. Blood red eyes stared back at her. She hitched a breath, a shocked gasp escaped her lips. He was a demon! He was a freaking demon! He corked his head to the side as he looked at her. "I see you do not recognize me nor my voice. Perhaps it is because we have never met." Arabella swallowed hard. The demon in front of her was an elderly one, who reminded her of her master's father, the demon king.