Demon Slayer 90s Style Novels & Stories

Damon gave a warrior's shout as he sliced through flesh and bone with two long swords so swiftly and fast that the sound could be heard but his hands movement unseen to the eyes. Like an elegant orchestra he manipulated his way through his enemies. Demons upon demons kept falling at his side in their numbers as he kept on dealing deadly blows like he was born to do this- kill. Demons ain't easy creatures to kill but Damon was making it look so easy and that's because he knew the right spot to aim at which he had his teacher and cousin, Roshan to thank for. Roshan has been training Damon in the ways of the sword and how to kill demons since Damon was but a child and now only 17 years of age D

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

She explained, and I asked “So what ???” I asked “This can only kill one demon maybe your choice is Dimitri Black, then why don't you kill him on your own... why me ???” “ Because I can't go near him and if I will try his evil powers will warn him of danger and I will get caught... But you can do it because he can't even think that this silver knife can be with you.” With that, she explained everything and gave me that magical weapon, I got some confidence and I hid it immediately... Before I could say anything more, out of nowhere she blew air to me and I felt my eyes heavy.... then fell asleep...

A weak response from the demon. The young girl had nowhere to run, and the boxes that scattered on the muddy ground blocked her way. "Here kitty!" A sweet smile was carved on the demon's face. "Someone help!" A weak response of the girl. The demon enjoyed the fear of the young girl as she slowly got absorbed by fear. The sharp claws and grinding teeth of the demon is getting hype as the desire to slaughter the young girl increases. "Get your filthy hands off of her!" A shout distracted the hungry demon.

She not seeing me laughing or changing my words frowned. "Are you for real? Ain't you supposed to be like a hundred years? Oh you are a lycan. Lycans age slowly but you don't look demonic or is there an exaggeration on the history?" She asked looking at me. " I am a demon girl and I don't hide it" I told her baldly.

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.

That is what ninety years of getting everything you want and expecting to keep getting it does to a person. They pushed the door open and went in. Zaerath was standing at the window at the far end of the room. His back was to them. He was tall for a demon and skinny and the type of handsome that works on most people the first time they see it but looks like something else entirely the longer you stare. He was wearing dark clothes with no crown. Like a man who had been pacing the room for a while and had not bothered to change yet. He turned when they came in and he looked at how beat up they were and something changed behind his eyes.

Demons live longer than humans and most things that can kill a human won’t kill a demon. It still hurts all the same. I look around the room as best as I can. No one is here, where’d she go? I try wiggling myself but I only end up making myself feel like an idiot. Mock laughter comes from the door. “You look like an idiot.” She says. I instantly still myself and curse internally. “You did say u were into kinky things, is this one of them?” I motion to my arms with my head. “Tie and ride huh?” I wiggle my brows.