Demon Slayer Butterfly Novels & Stories

Scarlette swam to the body and freed her, then swam away, looking around for where the water took her to. As she looked around the dark purple underwear cavern, she saw the red butterfly with a crescent on its wings flying into a corner. She quickly swam after it, Sapphire carefully tucked in her arms. The butterfly flew fast and Scarlette was now certain that it wasn't a normal one but wasn't sure if the butterfly was meant for her or Sapphire. She found herself at the entrance to another part of the cavern and hesitated to go in, but since the butterfly flew in anyway, she followed it.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

Willa wasn't able to stay in one place so she ran around from place to place, occasionally saying hi to us with her high energy. "I'm Samael." The demon in front of me said to the girl behind me. "I'm going to stab you if you continue talking." Fay behind me responded to the demon in front of me. The demon in question literally lit up with that answer. "Do you have a knife on you?" Samael asked with gleeful eyes. I sighed deeply. Adrian was behind Samael with a smirk on his face. "Perhaps. Want to be cut?" Fay answered. I heard the laugh in her tone. I turned around to her with my hands up in the air. "Can I choose the body part that you're cutting?" Samael responded.

The priest announced and the king made his way to him. A priest handed him a golden dagger and the king slit opened the middle of his palm with it. The priest held the chalice under the bleeding palm to collect the blood drops and the moment the blood touched the liquid, it turned scarlet red. "Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood."

She looked up at me, there was blood on her face like someone had hit her. “Who hit you? Do you remember?” I asked. She nodded. I helped her up, we walked into the room. I reached for a cup, someone slapped my ass, and Teresa’s I grabbed the glass bottle next to it and smashed it and slashed the neck of whoever was behind us it was Mateo. He held his throat as blood spurted out. Someone else grabbed me, and I went to slash them. They caught my wrist. I kicked them in the stomach, I grabbed a knife and stabbed them in the back of the neck. I pulled it out.

Eventually, she did and then I pounced on her like a cat playing with his mouse. The only problem at that time was there were too many people around to get hurt. I ended up having to give up my pursuit of “her” before my coworkers found out. Then of course, it was too late to find her anymore. Peering into the darkness, I strain my eyes and then see a faint glow in the shadows. She moves just slightly, and then I watch as she erupts from the darkness like a caterpillar in a chrysalis, when it breaks out of its prison and transforms into the most beautiful butterfly ever imaginable. I have never seen her quite like this before.

He scowled and pressed the remote. Electricity of greater intensity than before surged from the chair through her body, and a large scream ripped out of her throat. Her body writhed, and black streams of smoke wafted off her. The chair shattered, and she rose into the air. “What are you waiting for? Stop her!” Demeter yelled at Blaze, and large, birdlike, orange wings sprouted out of his back. He launched into the air, swinging his sword at her. *Boom* An explosion came from her again, sending him back to the ground. A sickening crack of bones echoed through the room, and he howled in pain.

The question hung between them. Before Lyria could answer, a shadow moved across the upper balcony. Valeria noticed first. “Ah,” she said softly. “He always observes before he intervenes.” Lyria looked up. There he was. The Demon King. Standing on the balcony of the western wing. He did not speak. He did not move. He simply watched. And he was not looking at Valeria. He was looking at Lyria. One second. Two. Three. Valeria spoke without taking her eyes off the balcony.

Instantly, an alarming burst of spiritual pressure and spiritual flames shot forth from him to the skies. The thunder cleaver transformed into a long and thin sword. "Take that!" Wilbur barked. He quickly ran forward a few steps before leaping up into the air. He aimed for the Realm Demon's neck and slashed at it once more. The Realm Demon roared angrily and slapped at Wilbur. A strong gust of violent wind came rushing toward Wilbur. Dark winds gathered. The spectators down the hill looked up in bafflement. They were dumbfounded. They could not see Trevor, but they could see the Realm Demon.

Who knew? The similarities made them smile. She hated to be tickled but accepted and sometimes even enjoyed when Blythe or Kate tortured her with it. Sawyer cried in front of both women, happy and sad tears depending on the occasion or discussion. She liked to grate on their nerves and gloat after the fact. The thoughtful blonde gave amazing gifts with something money couldn’t buy; Her time, attention, and love. Sawyer had become afraid of giving her whole self to another after being broken more times than she deserved. So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot.