Novel & Cerita Demon Slayer Crying Guy

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

One of them decide to rush toward Bianca with rage in his eyes, but before it could reach her someone blocked it. The guy was over 6 feet, dark brown hair and his eyes were so dark that they were black as the night sky. He wore a black sweater and black jeans. When I got a better look at him, I noticed that his left hand was soaked with blood, and that he was holding something that was moving. When I looked harder that's when I noticed that it was a heart, and not just any heart it was the heart of the creature lying at his feet. He looks down to the demon and growled with such angry, as the rest of them ran away in fear. He than turns to us, kneels in front of us as his right hand goes towa

Demon… the same person who never flinched, who never hesitated, was terrified of something. “Don’t… do it,” he uttered the words again, his hands hovering around me, trembling badly. Then something warm touched my skin. I stilled. Another drop followed. And another. Not sweat… but tears. Demon’s tears. Demon… was crying.

Shandra wondered what they would look like if he were in natural form. A satisfied giggle echoed through the room as Sam moved out of the attack position, relaxing completely. Retracting his claws with some slowness and difficulty, Sam blinked one of his eyes at Shandra and laughed, this time more openly. "You should see your face." Julian gets up from the ground, holding his own neck. The girl looks very indignant. "You think that was funny?" The red haired demon coughs before looking at her and answering: "I thought so." "Unbelievable."

He removed his shirt and tied her bleeding head. "Hina...hey you have to be strong okay? Please". "Di... Diego... I am sorry". Hinata cried faintly. Damon yawned loudly as he watched Antonio crying over Hinata. "I guess I was expecting too much from you...this is not as exciting as I had imagined...what in Romeo and Juliet is going on here?" Antonio kept crying, hugging Hinata's cold body. "Why? Why? Why!" He cried silently. "This is all my fault".

Like a broke ninja in heels. The hallway’s dark, except for the faint glow seeping out of his office. Weird. He should’ve left hours ago. No one stays past midnight except… well, me and the cleaning crew. I peek through the glass door. And there he is. The devil himself. Mr. Ethan “I Don’t Do Emotions” Jang. Sitting on his couch. Tie loosened. Eyes red. Crying. Not the elegant movie tear kind. No. Full-blown, ugly crying.

Rising up I flipped my bed over, then picked up my bedside lamp and slammed it against my bedroom door. “AHHH! Why the fuck did this have to happen?” I screamed out to no one. I have never cried before. I was surprised when tears sizzled down the cheeks of my face. They evaporated before they could hit the ground below. My demon form was rearing its ugly head, the emotion becoming too much for me to handle. I need to get to the gym. I punched the cement wall of the gym until my knuckles oozed black tar. A sure sign that I was not human. Not worthy of someone like her. If I kill that fucking prince of the dragon’s now, it could possibly kill Willow. “FUCK!”

I gasp out. It’s like he doesn’t hear me as he continues to grip my throat and maul me. I’m full out crying, and yet it doesn’t faze him one bit. I’m about to give up, when one thing pops into my head, but I can’t say it, because he doesn’t know what it is, so I go with the only other thing that I can think of to say... “RED!’ The guy stops and glances down at me, and as if he hadn’t even noticed before, he leans back, “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

He’s crying. “You guys make everything so exhausting for me and I hate it. I hate the way you treat it like I'm not worth being a human. I tried my best to find the drive but I couldn't. Why did you have to drop me in this manner? I'm a fucking human being!!” He yells and more tears stream from his face. Why is he crying now? I just dropped him out of anger. Not because I disregard him or anything. It was just a reflex action.

Amber was stunned to hear this and Demon's possessiveness was at a different level, if he had had his way he would have set the whole world on fire. Amber was feeling scared because the demon was slowly gaining its place in her heart. Amber shouted, "Please demon, drive slowly." Seeing Amber crying, the demon immediately stopped the car and hit the steering wheel angrily. Demon couldn't bear to see Amber crying like this and he asked about Amber's tears and said, "Why do you always cry, I feel very irritated when I see tears in your eyes." Demon started taking deep breaths to calm himself and Amber asked him "Why? Mere crying makes you feel so bad, I'm nothing more than a private stripper ju