Demon King Konosuba Novels & Stories

But I rose to my tall frame which was average in comparison to his. My head tilted upwards of its volition, crimson red flashing before my eyes. "Artemis Kastellanos, as your king and Alpha of the lycan pack, I, King Athanasius Kastellanos command YOU to kneel." But as a final act of defiance, I felt myself shift. For the first time.

Damian quickly answered this time around. Heartman's eyes widened, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "The king? Why would he want to awaken the demon?" The scared Raphael answered, "The king seeks ultimate power, Sir. The demon's awakening would grant him control over realms unseen, beyond mortal comprehension. He has done it before, and he said this time it'll be bigger." "But what does that have to do with us?" Heartman asked.

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

Upon my [Analysis] this Undead were called King Lancer, an Undead Commander. “Not all of us were King Lancer…Look at that..even Undeads have the most hideous and stupid looking monster…Ugh~..why is that thing even exist?…”. Another voice comes from the side and this time it was on my left side, the voice comes from a man or a demon more correctly, wearing a full red suits slick from head to toes, he was slender, have much feature that resembles a human, but the 2 horns protruding on his head, 2 large bat wings and a lizard tail, pronounced that he was a true demons. He’s name was, Kulak, The Demon Count, a noble demons and a very strong ones.

The demon knelt down, his head resting on the ground, and he was slightly trembling. It was time to put my acting skills to use. "I've lived in this realm for quite some time, tell me what the demon king has in mind." I was wagering that the demons' leader was known as the Demon King. For a little moment, the demon tilted his head in perplexity. "Sire, how did you end up in this realm? Even higher demons cannot enter...How did a noble demon... ahh, my apologies!" The devil was fumbling around as if it was bewildered.

The world seemed to be quiet suddenly, the cicadas on the tree, the barking of the dogs in the street next to him, the thief's fierce face in mid-air, and the knife only a few inches from her face all freeze for a moment. "How does it feel like walking through death?" A voice came from the top of the head in the silence with a deep but clear voice. Cheng Mo looked up and suddenly found a man standing on the tip of the knife, looking at her cynically.

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

King Satan was carving his name into a demon woman, who cried out in pain. I was on my hands and knees and started moving to the music. My ass was in the air and I swirled around sexually. Then I slowly moved up, flicking my blonde hair around. All demons had black hair, and my blonde hair was a feature that everybody loved. They would kill for it. Slowly, I crawled closer to king Asmodeus. Niran eyed me, and then turned around in the King's lap, whispering something in his ear. He nodded and she went down in between his knees. He looked at her like he was bored, but he didn't stop her when she zipped open his trousers and took his dick out of his pants. He looked away from her and drank the