Romans & histoires Demon Slayer Crying

“Why are you crying? Demons aren’t supposed to cry. Are you a succubus? I’ve never encountered a succubus before.” I shook my head. “Oh God, I’ve cracked, I’ve really cracked! This is because I caught that guy on fire. I didn’t mean to! He attacked me, and it just happened!” The tears were rolling freely down my cheeks now. “What guy?” he asked, crouching down in front of me, his hands sliding down from my arms to my wrists.

I’m useless. I drop to my knees and fisted my hair. Squeezing my eyes shut, all I see is her, my Demi. Hot liquid seeps from my eyes, and that’s when I realize that I am crying. A Lycan who cries, ha! I’m useless. So… damn, useless! “I… I love you Ryder. If we can’t be together in life, maybe… Maybe we can be together in death.” An angelic voice echoes around me. What?

“Delilah…f*ck…why would you…? You f*cking slut…!” He picked her up, looking into those wide and fearful brown eyes as something wet slid down his obsidian ones. What was this…? Was he crying…? He hadn't cried in years… This…it reminded him of that day…that day his mother had killed herself right in front of him…and it was…it was f*cking horrible…! |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

' it left, thank God I'm so sorry girl it's not my -' cold sweat was running down his face as he looked up to see two glowing red eyes looking down on him . his mind was trying to find a means of escape seeming to come up with no better plan he took up a metal rod and shoved it up it's eye the thing retaliated by piercing him with it's claws and throwing him like a ragdoll. he tried crawling away but the demon just seemed to be watching jhid struggle with amusement as the girl he was holding was in tears before the demon could deal the finishing blow he heard the sound of something being cut but could barely make anything out since he had lost a lot of blood from the wound but he could feel

Lay in shards and pieces against Demetrius' clothes and head. "You bastard!" I could feel the regret, pool in my stomach as tears filled my eyes. His eyes turned from his usual stormy grey to a dark red, with brown rings around his pupils. I couldn't say anything, my mouth wouldn't open and let out a sound. I just wanted to scream and cry, but I had to be strong. I turned on my heels leaving a huffing alpha behind me.

Her fair complexion flushed a bright crimson, and her eyes welled up, making it seem like she was on the verge of tears due to his intimidating demeanor. "M-Mr. Zane..." He had not even done anything drastic, and he had already brought his wife to tears. An insidious urge pulsed in Xander's chest, an unsettling voice in his mind demanding that he make her cry, make her sob weakly in his arms. But as soon as her clear, beautiful eyes began to glisten with the sheen of unshed tears, the demonic voice within him dissipated like smoke in the wind. He gently cupped her head in his hands. "Where did you hurt yourself?"

The idea that she was no longer there. “She died?” Fenrir murmured, his voice filled with as much disbelief as mine. He couldn’t name what we were feeling. He couldn’t comprehend the magnitude of the pain. “Did they kill her?” My body trembled at his words, but I couldn’t form any response. With every second, the sensation of being pulled into the void grew stronger. I looked toward the waterfall, the water falling endlessly, and something hot rolled down my face. I wiped it with the back of my hand, but when I looked, I realized it. Furthermore, I was… crying? Me, Daimon, the imposing alpha, the fearless monster, crying for her? For our little one?

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .

I take a deep breath, pushing my pain and exhaustion aside, walk back out to Silas, and place the water on the nightstand as I sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” I say, sniffling as I fight back tears. Silas looks at me, his eyes widening in disbelief, “Are…are you crying?” “No,” I deny feebly, wiping my eyes on my arm. Silas yanks me down into his arms, holding me to his chest, “Why is my Dahlia crying?” he gently asks as he softly strokes my hair. “I was so scared I’d killed you,” I sob as I cling to him.

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I felt the tears welling up inside me, a dam about to burst. I tried to hold them back, to stem the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But it was no use. The floodgates opened, and I was consumed by a torrent of grief. I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath. Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, as I wailed in anguish. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, unable to escape the crushing weight of my emotions.