Novel & Cerita Demon King Tanjiro

They all stood up and bowed. “Good evening, your Majesty.” they greet and I noticed how they say majesty, but not like I care. Asher nodded his head, and they all took their seats on the floor. It is so weird to see redskins, red eyes, large horns, and wings. They creeped me out, but I didn’t show it. “My lady seems a bit under the weather,” one demon said and eyes were on me, waiting for my response. I looked at the demon and he was sitting right in front of me. I smiled at him.

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.

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

"I torture and kill those who deserve it. And that guy deserved a lot more than what he got. I just didn't want him to die in my kingdom and deal with that aftermath." "You can't be here!" I yelled next, my body slightly trembling. I suddenly felt so cold—cold, confused, terrorized. "I am here," Sam simply said, the anger slowly subsiding. He was the Demon King of Wrath, so calm would never be his nature, but a hint of color returned to his eyes. "You have to go! What the fuck?!" I continued, still not comprehending what had just transpired.

She grinned and took her place, waving us to our seats. Food was passed around quietly until everyone was served. I used my tail to serve a drink to Adam as he looked around. The male demons weren’t wearing shirts and were natural like the female demons. Everyone with a prehensile tail was using it to help with serving the meal. - Adam looked down the table to the Ford. I followed his gaze. Ford seemed tired and a little angry. Adam’s eyes were drawn to the children, who were being extremely well behaved today. I was so happy my mate loved kids.

The king came to realize that Adrian was too powerful. He looked at Adrian in disbelief. Without this evil power, he knew he would be no match for Adrian. Facing such a strong enemy, he trembled, but still, he secretly rejoiced. He knew he could mobilize powerful forces to deal with Adrian. "Demon Slayer Blade, come forth!" the king shouted as he extended his hand. A sharp, long blade appeared with a clang. It was condensed from black essence, looking like a demonic blade from hell, and emitted a strange and inexplicable power.

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!!”

Silently, I thanked the deity for help. “Yes, I’m looking for your king. You can call me Reggie.” I replied. “Why would a demon want to see my king?” Varian asked. “I wish to provide him a service in return for his gift. I have no ill intent in my purpose. Would you contact him?” I answered. “We’re not like shapeshifters. I’m not connected to him. I can take you to him. But it would mean me doing you a favor.” His eyes darkened.

"Vampire king's lover?" Not exactly a lover, but what can I call myself to him? Ah... his face again flashed in my mind. "My name is Dameigo," The demon king spoke and kissed the back of my hand. "Now, everyone introduces yourself. I have a great use of Zia in the future because she has yet to show me what she is worth" He said with a smile and went away.

Each radiated an aura so intense that Jasmine instinctively recoiled, her heart hammering in her chest. The first figure stepped forward, his silver hair glinting in the moonlight. His eyes burned with an otherworldly red, and his angular features were framed by intricate tattoos that seemed to shift and writhe on his skin. “Tharros Blackfire,” Ramon muttered under his breath, his fangs elongating slightly. “The Demon King.” The second figure followed, his midnight blue cloak billowing in the breeze. He carried a staff adorned with glowing runes, his violet eyes sharp and calculating.