Demon Slayer Crying Guy Novels & Stories

His phone slipped out of his hand and fell on the floor. “Andrius Moonshade! F*ck! Andrius Moonshade!” Dean roared. He threw a punch at the mirror beside him, shattering it into pieces. “I will f*cking kill you! I will rip you apart from limb to limb and hang your torso in front of Simon-Tooke’s entrance! “F************ck!” Dean went berserk as he roared at the sky. “M-Mr. Chairman…” A servant knocked on the door and said timidly, “Sir, your godson, Cloud Forger, has arrived.”

Everyone trembled in fear as Clyde, or rather, the embodiment of a vengeful demon, stood before us. His eyes burned with a fiery red glow, and a malevolent smile twisted his face, revealing the depths of his thirst for revenge. The air crackled with tension, thick with an impending sense of danger.

Then I see him and I stop, "Wow." Caramel looks up and though I can't see his cheeks at the moment, I can tell he's blushing, "Hey. Y-You look amazing." I nod and walk down the last stairs, resting on the railings and folding my arms, "You don't look too bad yourself. I mean, how'd you even get the idea?" He's bandaged all over his face and hands, his eyes being the only places, wearing a brown hoodie with blood splatters on the chest area and red pants with a long scythe in his hand. He looks exactly like Zack in Angel's of Death while I look like Rachel.

“Draymond? You can’t be Draymond.” “Of course I can’t be Draymond,” the man snickered. “Ghost Damon, The Alpha Slayer and King of the Lycans. Nice to meet you, Jimin.” Ghost extended his hand for a quick handshake but Jimin stared at him, refusing to take his hand. “I’ve watched him kill people for smaller reasons,” Calisté whispered in Jimin’s ears. “If I were you, I would take his hand already.”

I asked as tears welled up in my eyes. "What? I am just making a living.." He replied, feigning ignorance. "But what you are doing is causing me pains..I'm not a money making machine you know" I yelled.. "No you are wrong..I no longer see you as a human..you're now my tool for making money" he coldly said and gave out a scary laughter.. "You are a monster! I hate you" I cried as pains surge through my bones.. "Of course you should, who wouldn't hate a demon?" He scoffed..

he finally screams, and he hadn’t meant to cry, God damn it, but here he was, screaming and crying his heart out. It was demeaning, pathetic. And Hans wants nothing more but to die in humiliation there and then. He wants to die. While the demon… simply watches him with its piercing eyes of red gleaming with an unholy glow, watches him with no expression whatsoever on its eerily pale face even as he stalks forward, grabs it by the shoulders and shakes and screams, curses and begs for it, practically on his knees by the end of it all to just please just do it, end it, end him already–!

"I had no idea…that he'd bleed so much." "You don't like blood?" she asked him gently, and he only shook his head. He removed his hands, and in the light that filtered into his room, she could see wet trails down his cheeks. She gasped in surprise, her eyes rather wide now. She hadn't really thought that he had been crying. How could he? This was Arius, a man who always wore an arrogant scowl, a man who hated humanity. He had just killed a human, something he was always threatening…so why was he crying?

Sharp jaw line, pitch black hair that barely passes his ears, sharp features and nice lips. What do I care about his lips? My mind instantly goes to earlier when I clumsily got on top of him. I fight the heat that tries to rise up. Fuck him I refuse to be embarrassed. “Kid ?” He replied back a bit offended. Keeping my face a mask of seriousness and maybe a little frustration. He takes a small deep breath barely noticeable. And lifts his eyes to mine. The space around me slows and I feel weightless. I find my self wondering what his eyes look like when they shift. “The Demon King sent me.”

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

Kylian, Liam, and Lisa, does this mean I’ll never see them again? Tears streamed down my cheeks; I couldn’t stop crying. I had killed somebody again for the second time. Why didn’t I just wait till I got my powers back? I needed to get out of here; at least if no one knew what had happened, I’d be free from this. I rubbed my nose and dapped my eyes a little so no one would be able to tell that I'd been crying. I picked up the antidote and placed it back in my bag. I turned to look at Damon’s father, and he had gone cold. Fresh tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. I turned around to leave, and suddenly the door went wide open.