Demon Slayer Backstory Novels & Stories

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

The sword was black and had mysterious inscriptions engraved on the blade. The sword’s tip was slightly curved, and a black glow coated the blade. James held the Demon-Slayer Sword and thought about Thea. He recalled the moment she gifted him the sword. Back when James was in the Primordial Age, he wanted to search for her after returning from the Thirteenth Universe. Unfortunately, he died back then. After he was mysteriously resurrected, he learned that Thea had already been reincarnated. ‘Where exactly are you, Thea?’ James thought to himself.

“Is it because of what that summoner said earlier … that you’re a half-demon? Is that true?!” Janshai lifted an eyebrow. “Idiot … You should’ve known that since the first time you saw my eyes.” Arth took a step back, covering his mouth with his hand. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “You’re a demon?!” he pointed at Janshai’s face accusingly. “So what if I am?” Janshai crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do now? Kill me?” “No, it’s not that …” Arth quickly replied, then his gaze slowly fell to the ground. “It’s just … my parents died during our war against the demons … and …”

“Professor, last time you told us that the first being to use magic was the Demon Lord Abaddon and that he passed down his magic ability to those who worshipped him. But why is it that humans fought him despite them praising him” Lyon was astonished to hear someone ask about the Demon Lords existence, since it was a topic tackled once by the professors and never to be spoken again. Unless a student was courageous enough to ask about it. The professor was baffled over the question of his student, the others stared at him waiting for his response, their piercing glares of curiosity made Lyon cuckle weakly. It took a few more minutes of immense staring for the professor to speak up. Lyon, knowi

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.

“Live a little, Paimon. Stop carrying everything on your shoulders. Let go of what you can’t control.” “Pe, I’ve lived for over a billion years. I don’t think that advice applies to me.” He chuckled. “Exactly. You’ve never lived. You’ve just existed. Always brooding in Cocytus, torturing souls, clinging to tradition. Maybe it’s time to try something new.” “I’m a demon. That’s what I’m supposed to do.” He sighed and patted my shoulder. “You have a Human Contractor now. That’s an opportunity. Learn from it.”

He coughed once, clearing his throat before replying, "Listen well. I'm…" Bai Susu finished his sentence for him, saying, "The Little Demon King of the Bloodied Fiend Sect a thousand years ago, whose body was destroyed by the then Leader of the Thousand Feathers Sect, Ye Yuexuan. He escaped with his vital soul and regained his body after recuperating for a thousand years. People call him the Bloodied Mad Swordsman..."

"Tell me about you---I mean how you got here." "I'm honored sire" he bowed. " i got here as a slave when the demons took over our part of the white coven. They were able to get break our shield, cause they got the key. Some of us were killed, my uncle, the king and my father was killed. Though, i was still a toddler but my mother told me all i know about that day. We were forced to take the mark sire." "You mean you're a witch" I never expected demons to be so naive... to the extent of harbouring witches, thinking enslaving them would make them quit fighting. Apparently, that has worked but not to all of them. I mean-- kabal doesn't look like a quitter to me

The seed would stabilize after a few weeks but if the womb is not taken care of, the person might have a miscarriage and bleed to death as a punishment. Right now, it’s been a thousand years since the Demon Realm had a heir. Xegris was a heir to the throne and if he didn’t produce the next heir for another century then the demon realm would be in a total extinction. It would be nice to have a girl to continue the demon race but it’s already been hundreds of years ever since that happened and their existence are already threatened as it is. Dev clenched her fist tight as she looked at the purplish skies. “We just have to make her give birth to His Highness heir, after that it doesn’t matter i

She angled the book on the table so that I could read, too, and put her finger along the lines. "According to the legends of exiled, around 900 years ago. There was a supernatural race, unbeknown to the current races, which held animosity towards the werewolves. Blinded by the hatred they had killed the then princess of werewolves hence, the wolves declared war." I just nodded along.