Demon Slayer Demon Doctor Novels & Stories

He asked innocently. “Doctor what’s going on? We have heard the screaming and thought you were in danger. Ma’am is everything alright?” “Oh, nothing. Just searching for that bitch and then I am going to kill her.” He had said with a grin as he clapped his hands together. The guards dropped their guns. Dr. Struggles loved the look on their faces. “What the hell?!” Said one of the old guards. “Yes. What you saw was real. You dropped your guns and I am a demon. Oh, I am going to kill that bitch.” Sneered the demon inside of Dr. Struggles.

And before he could tempt me into punching him , I jumped back and did not humour him by answering. But I could not let him win by changing the subject, so I intensified my glare imagining them to be dagges that were slicing away at his beautiful face. Intensifying my glare, I refused to give up without an answer. Just as I prayed for it to work his eyes slowly wandered away, looking anywhere, but eye to eye. "Word goes around." He finally said and seeing my dissatisfaction he elaborated. "It's not a big secret that the Underworld has its first and only doctor. You see the Underworld and its ruler has never been warm and cozy with outsiderss, so it caused quite a ruckus back in Olympus."

Stefan added with a grin. Shock rippled over Rhye's handsome face. "What the..." Lily stood near Stefan and took the picture. "Who the hell is this bastard?" She demanded, Lily knew him as Gabriel, a doctor, a jerk, a heartbreaker, and a gay man. Oh, and a demon, but nothing else. Stefan snapped his teeth, his thoughts obviously distracted. "Internal Sunlight business. I can't tell you more." Rhye growled, "It becomes my business when two of your warriors nearly barbeque me, Stefan, and not to mention that she is involved with a demon," Rhye snapped.

Klara sat in her room, thinking back of what Roshan had told her. “I am a demon.” A demon? Klara had laughed even though he had sounded serious. “If you are a demon than I am an angel.” “I would believe you if you told me.” He said.

The demon turned to Niklassa. "Hmmm. The Demon Hunter herself. You killed Bera. Hashish. Marduk...", he squeezed his hand. Niklassa, still suspended in air started to choke."Themleis, Orban... their blood, I'll pay with yours", he said using his fingers to draw the life force out of her. He swallowed it as Niklassa's soulless body felt to the floor. He looked at Eida. "What a waste of talent". "You got a problem with that?", Master Damien asked now in his demon form, his pupils black and a scythe in his hand.

“You’ve always trusted me, haven’t you?” The brief moment of hesitation before her nod angers me terribly, but I withhold myself from harming her for her brief display of ingratitude and disloyalty. She is needed, after all. “Scyla. Come in.” I have done a wonderful job of dressing the Lamashtu demon as a respectable person with the knowledge of medication and a bit of the mythical scientific arts. She looks almost believable. “This is Dr. Scyla. She will be in charge of taking you through the process of purification and empowerment.”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

And you’ll be all sucked dry when he’s done. So what did a man like Damien want from her and her mom? They had absolutely nothing to offer him. How could he just walk into their lives and make hell of them?! It wasn’t fair! The doctor—a vampire—walked into the room. Liz picked up on how incredibly low he bowed to Damien. He was just a doctor, and even if he was familiar with Damien, there was no reason why he should act so respectful. He was tense too, loosening his collar just to get a sentence out.

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

This group of creatures had come here because there wasn’t much opposition. “What is the best way to fight them?” She asked as they got off the elevator. “I might have you, it doesn’t mean others are safe or you may need help.” He almost felt a smile at that. He wasn’t sure she could give the help he needed, not if she was a witch of alchemy and not the materialization of magic. He admired her willingness to fight something she knew nothing about. “They are demons, a special kind so you’d fight them the same way.” He told her and she gave a nod. Sybil spotted Doctor Greyson. She waved him down and stopped at the desk and opened her case and took out a vial.