Demon Slayer Character Base Novels & Stories

Leon listened intently, his curiosity growing with every word. Elian went on, explaining further, "The next one is the third tier, consisting of mid-level professionals—the ordinary demons. They work under the direction of the management. These individuals lead stable lives. As long as they follow the rules, they can hold their jobs for a lifetime." "The fourth tier is the base level, primarily composed of humans. Their roles are similar to contract workers and outsourced service personnel in your world. Their lives are filled with instability, often relying on their work to make ends meet, and their existence is a constant struggle."

“In the real world, we divide Slayers into castes: jōnin, chūnin, and genin. It makes sense that the conditioning starts as early as high school.” “Exactly,” Sasha agreed, “and in the case of us blue Slayers, there’s a much deeper reason.” “What do you mean?” Aki asked, genuinely concerned as the future leader of the empire. It upset her to think that a form of aggression or injustice might exist in Senten or indeed any corner of the Ethereal Nest. “What other reason could there be for bullying?” “Well, has either of you heard of misogi?” Aki and Temujin shook their heads.

Alpha Damien looked at the girl standing in front of him. Granted she was a young woman who he was older than by five years, but irregardless of that, she was still like a girl to him. He glared at her and she inched back slowly, as if his glare was pushing her back. She stood with her head bowed down, cowering in fear like a homeless dog. Damien was lost in his thoughts, but his mind was still on the wimp in front of him t. Why her? he asked himself. He clenched his hands into fists, as the emotions swirled around him, threatening to swallow him whole.

“Don't get used to this.” Blackie felt that he ought to clarify some things, lest his host blamed him for shit identities he will definitely get at some point: “Original owners of your future identities probably won't be THIS similar to you. This world is a special case because of the existence of special powers that are personality-based. If you were born normally in this world, you would have become a Soother. Thus, we could only choose a host body that is either a Soother or a teenager who hasn't awakened his power yet.”

He sat back up to admire her perfectly sculpted body. Everything about her was mesmerising and enticing, from her long slender legs to the deep curve of her waist, up to her perfectly rounded breasts, his eyes drifted to her dragon mark again, it was truly breath-taking, his eyes then wandered to her Dhampir markings only, she had an extra symbol? He didn’t allow chance for the questions to linger in his head as he looked up at her beautiful, delicate face and looked into her enchanting purple and blue eyes and saw the same hunger there.

They were his children, his flesh and blood, the people he would do and sacrifice anything for, the ones whose backs he would have for the rest of his life. His babies, his off springs. His blood was running in their tiny little veins, and would continue to do so as long as they lived. As he watched them in the dead of the night, his eyes devoid of sleep, Klaus swore that he would live for them, and he would die for them. The rest of his life would be dedicated to nothing else besides protecting them, and giving them the best life they could think of. They looked very human, but were bigger than the normal human babies due to the demonic genetics.

“Are you sure you’re the strongest here? You’re starting to bore me.” “Uh!” Elijah and David reacted as any spectators would do. If only they had the popcorn with them. Chayan’s body trembled subconsciously. Shadow’s pupils were larger than before as she adjusted her black leather gloves. “You know what will happen if I get bored, don’t you?” The old memory rushed inside Chayan’s brain. It wasn’t a mere talk. She was the spawn of the demon on earth. Her personality only got worse inside here. His rationality glitched, a certain worse than fear consumed him.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

Health: 126/126 Stamina: 88/88 Mana: 70/70 Strength: 75 (65 + 10) [+] Agility: 39 [+] Dexterity: 26 [+] Intelligence: 35 (25 + 10) [+] Vitality: 38 (28 + 10) [+] Free attribute point(s): 9 Skill(s): [Dash], [Stab], [Sword Mastery], [Mana Manipulation] Spell (spell): [fireball] Trait(s): [Unusual Body] Equipment Skill(s): [Soul Reaper. Soul collected: 0/400]