Demon Slayer Butterfly Mansion Novels & Stories

Ayesha walked past them and crouched before the smoldering carpet, examining it. "The demon rang the doorbell, disguised as a delivery woman. When I opened the door, it claimed to have a package for me. I let it in, and it attacked when I wasn't looking. It was all I could do to hold it off. Then I found a Celestial Blade on the kitchen table," he held out his hand, where the blade sat, glinting in the electric light. "And I used it to finish off the demon. Hence, the burning carpet." "It was here for you." Maddie whispered. "Aosoth sent it. She still knows where we live, remember?"

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

She had powers she barely understood and a past she couldn’t escape. The day dragged on, a blur of faces and names she wouldn’t remember. But Damon was a constant. He seemed to be everywhere, always watching, always smiling. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew more than he was letting on. And that both intrigued and terrified her. When the final bell rang, Aqua gathered her things and made a beeline for the exit. She needed to get home, needed to find some semblance of safety. As she stepped outside, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned, her heart leaping into her throat, only to find Damon standing there.

Face slightly slant towards her direction, fuming, “Next time we'll meet,... I'll kill you!!!” After he declared it. He shots his pistol three times at the endless sky. Suddenly a group of blue morpho butterflies emerges out of nowhere, fluttering with its beautiful wings around Aoi Akuma making a spectacular and enchanting sight. As soon as he put back his hood on his head while smiling deviously towards Zitrey, the butterflies landed on his cloak giving off a silhouette full of these beautiful insects. But before it could completely hide his face, his lips move, mumbling with a sad face, “Sayonara, Tomodachi...” Then in twinkling, as the Blue Morpho butterflies fluttered up at the night sk

So I sent him a mail as well. Each and every staff in the mansion was busy because they had to put things in place. I called a gardener to take care of the garden. Yes we have gardeners in the demon world. They are lower classes of demons just like how humans have rich and poor we demons have the rich and the poor as well. Although the party is meant to take place in two days time I just didn't want to miss anything. I never knew how difficult it was to get a good baker until I started to plan this party myself. Why I'm I even planning it? Normally I don't plan my parties myself because I never cared how they went but surprisingly I'm planning this particular one myself.

The victim groaned and shifted a bit making the knife thrust further. "A last conversation with my daughter?" "Oh well, you both will conversate in heaven". "You will die soon anyway". "Oh wait, hold on, I guess I'm missing something". "Whatever ". She catwalked out of the room, heading to the kitchen. The room bulb made everything in the room visible.

"Demi, how many times do I tell you don't stick out your tongue when you talk like that, its name is a butterfly." Gerald giggled, talking to his daughter. "Dad, as long as Demi says buththerfly, then buththerfly is unfair to the Princess." Damontry frowned as she gestured to her father with her small hand. "Okay, princess, don't be upset." Lauren said. While Lauren was busy making a few sandwiches for her little girl, Damontry crossed the line of protection without her parents, turning away a little and running after the colorful butterfly until she was stopped by a strange snarling that caused the butterfly to fly away.

"She Absorbs." She raised her small hands, and the silver-black butterflies that had been dormant in her shadow erupted in a chaotic, beautiful swarm. They didn't fly toward the Centinel; they flew toward the Glass Tubes. One by one, the butterflies landed on the foreheads of the "Happy-Harvested" shifters. They weren't biting; they were Injecting. "Hope, what are you doing?" I asked, my sunset-gold whip flickering as I parried another strike from the Centinel.

Daman Pov : As soon I reached my house , I hurriedly took a bath and went to the area , where her mansion is , because, the me now can only do area teleportation. But I sent my magic butterfly , to see if there is anyone with her . Its seems she just sent her maid out ; I probably think , she's waiting for me too. I'm quite happy too. Then I teleported myself in front of her , as soon as she saw me , she jumped out of her bed , said that she was expecting me through windows , though she doesn't look surprised by my teleportation.

She took a deep breath, thinking nothing’s going to happen to the man. She waved goodbye to the squirrels and butterfly peeking through the flowers and she walked back to the mansion with no confidence in her strides. She even listened carefully to know if the other man was still on the other side of the bushes. When she heard nothing, she went on. EVEN though the room was neat and well lighted, there was this eerie feeling wafting in the air. Every time when she was in that room, Lucas only allowed her to stand in a corner near the window that opened out to the forest behind the mansion.