Demon Slayer Blood Demon Art Novels & Stories

Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road. Scott body surfed the demon as it slid onto its chest. Irirtated it shook him off its body with a twist and turn of its tail, launching Scott off its back. Scott flew through the air, landed on his feet and rolled to the side of the road. He stood up and remarked, “Um, I am not the one who is gushing out blood right now!”

I rolled my eyes at him, as Sanguinex reached up for me to hold him on my chest. “Momma!” He spoked playfully to me. “You do know what a demon blood pact is, right?” He stepped back towards the door. “No?” My ignorance was a bad thing and I knew it. “If any demon drinks your blood, they will be loyal to only you… of course you have to be the first demon blood they drink or they are not truly loyal to you… And you have to offer it willingly.” He walked back and forth as he talked. He looked like a teacher giving a lecture.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

Rell’s writhing had amplified when he finally noticed Blood looking down on him, taking in his handiwork. It seemed that Rell finally had developed a conscious and his name was Young S. Blood. Although Blood had decided to keep a watchful gaze on him he went back to doing it from afar. He found spots to look over both him and Asha that allowed for him to see just how much the few visits he’d already done got the message across. Rell was constantly looking over his shoulder and anytime he thought he’d ended up too close to where Asha might be he made sure to get his errand done with lightening speed so that he could get out of the danger zone. He did not want any more encounters with the demo

Then, with a final, vicious motion, he drove the dagger straight through Veyron’s eye socket before delivering a heavy kick that sent the lifeless corpse sprawling onto the dirt. Standing up fully, Asher wiped a stray drop of blood from his cheek and surveyed the absolute ruin of the courtyard. A few yards away, the battle between the two demons had reached its grim conclusion. Sylvara was standing over Veyron’s right-hand man, her hands glowing with dark energy as she literally drained the final remnants of his life force. The demon let out one last, hollow gasp before his entire body dissolved, scattering into the wind like useless black smoke. Sylvara dropped to her knees, breathing heavi

However, that was not all. The rest of the fiends swarmed forward, about to overwhelm the Violet Thunderlord. “Blood Demon Lord, help me!” the Violet Thunderlord, now on the brink of collapse, cried out for help. Little did he know that the Blood Demon Lord was also in trouble, his life hanging by a threat. A deep hum resonated through the air as powerful blood energy surged and condensed in the air. It was the Blood Demon Lord’s famous blood arts. Unfortunately, he was outnumbered and outmatched.

I sank onto the edge of the daybed, my hand hovering over her bandaged head. I could feel the poison twisting inside her, mocking me. My demon blood surged, restless, hungry for violence. Whoever had dared do this — I would find them. And when I did, their suffering would echo through eternity.

He let his guard down for only that second, and Klaus found his chance. He dashed over to the demon with a beastly speed, using his demon powers, and picked up from the ground with his right hand clasped around the demon's neck. Klaus's dark eyes turned hot red, and the demon's head was set ablaze immediately. He flung the body on the ground, and too sturdy steps towards the last one; the one battling for his life on the cold granite floor. Klaus looked over at him, and spat on his face. He lowered himself to the demon, and cuffed his neck with his left hand.