Demon Slayer Butterfly Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

I asked, almost whispered in his ear. "Y-yes, I'm r-really sorry that I couldn't save you." "Shh, I'm fine. You don't have to worry." I cooed and leaned back to cup his face. "Are you sure you're..." I stopped talking when I saw in my periphery what's behind Liam and my left eyebrow automatically raised when I saw Nami's black wings that's now slowly hiding in. I know that she's a demon daughter, but I wasn't expecting that she had wings? That surprised me, to be fucking honest.

“Maybe they need her powers for something. Anyway, the one who is dying this time is Amor Blaze, haha. Finally, my dream of becoming the alpha of the pack is going to come true. The rebel was just to distract them. Our actual forces will teleport on the right day…” I wanted to make my butterfly stay for a little longer, but it had crossed its threshold limit long ago. Damn it! Not now! Not now! Wait for a little longer! Please. I punched the table when my butterfly vanished on its own.

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya’s arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby’s face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

"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.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.

Then he splashed the water from the bottle down the knight commander's neck, as if washing the blood off him. “And this will make your death even more painless. At least, she might want me to do this." Dylan opened the knight commander's mouth, then shoved the remaining water in the bottle into his mouth. "Guh! Ugh!” Dylan got up and headed for the window. From where he was standing, he could see a slight view of the temple building. Fuschia was in there. His golden eyes shone dangerously as he transforms into a butterfly. ***