Demon Slayer Butterfly Mansion Novels & Stories

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

The night was thick, refusing to dissipate. The mountains stacked upon each other, with clusters of tree shadows concealed amidst the green waters and blue mountains, where a pure white building stood like a butterfly with spread wings, quietly nestled. The house had a particularly beautiful name: "Butterfly's Departure." Emily stood by the window, her exquisite appearance contrasting with her pale, paper-like complexion. Her eyes were filled with lifelessness, like a stagnant pool devoid of even the slightest ripple. In half an hour, she would die, and her heart would beat in another woman's body.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

This is a demon lord we’re talking about afterall. “Now it’s not exactly polite that only one side introduces themselves, is it?” Crymillia said. “You’re an intruder in this mansion. Get out now!” Matthew heightened his tone of voice at Crymillia. “But this isn’t even YOUR mansion, Matthew Dragunov.” The demon merely chuckled and started walking around the library slowly. “A rookie Hunter with a bright future as they say. The girl who just ran out, Yuki Nakamura, the Dead-Eye Hunter. The silver beauty, Cecilia Crystal who could do nothing but support spells. And Rose Roosevelt, a familiar face after all these centuries.”

Is that– A tentacle grabbed him by the angle, raising him into the air, and smashing him into the ground. I wasn’t able to sense him, looks like he’s the main one. Willow created a dagger and slashed the tentacle and rolled away. This one was taller than the others and there was a crystal sticking out of it’s chest. The shard. Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen.

The silent yet deadly young master with a temper—as they call him. “Wipe that frown off now.” Leviathan nudged the young master as the frown gets more imminent in his face every step of the way and into the inner halls of the mansion. Steps are echoing as there was a sudden halt in the activities inside. The usual heavy bust of the mansion is temporarily halted at the presence of their masters. “I can’t help it, who wants to be here?—not me, definitely not me.” The man said and rolled his eyes as his normal clothes of pants slowly disappeared to make room for his demon form—a winged demon, white wings to be exact.

"Back off! Protect the princess!" Caspian looked up and swiftly saw a figure flying toward the shape-shifting demon like a rainbow of blood. "The Shadow Megabat from the Four Demons of Yamen! Let me teach you a lesson!" Terry laughed out loud. The shape-shifting demon's eyes locked on the incoming enemy instantly, and the next moment it roared, "Reaper's Scythe! A Heavenly Stars Sect's scum! In the Barren Hills Sunset Valley fifteen years ago, you destroyed the sixteen caves of my clan! I'll make you pay for your deed with your blood!"

The middle aged man said with a kind smile on his face then he shifted his gaze to her before returning his gaze back at the demon. "Let's go." Damon instructed as he led her into a mansion. The house was neatly furnished and unlike that dull-looking mansion, this mansion looked fancy and luxurious. There was a huge chandelier hanging above the high ceiling of the living room, the interior designs were intricately well designed and magnificent that April could not stop staring at the house. She saw a lot of seemingly luxurious materials that she had never seen before that it prompted her to ask him If they were really in Grey city. "We are not yet in Grey city, right?" April asked, admiring

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Fuck how could I have forgotten about the air. Deamartos essence bleeds into the air whenever someone enters. An air so dense and thick it makes it hard to breathe killing anything who isn’t strong enough to withstand it. I bet she hasn’t undergo the training most demons have to withstand these conditions. I start to walk faster pulling her alone with me. “Stay with me Chyne. We’re almost there.” “Damien?” She whispers my name and I almost trip from how soft it came out. “I’m here. I’m here”