Demon Slayer Demon King Novels & Stories

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”

When he was ready to speak, he looked up at her. "I am a demon, as you already know. Demons come from hell. I wasn't sent on an assignment or anything. Contrary to what you think, I am here because I...because I want to be here. This world helps me to be everything that I've always wanted to be, free and my own person. As the first son of the devil, I am responsible for overseeing the affairs of my fellow demons on this planet." The more he spoke, the more her eyes narrowed on him. Klaus moved away from the wall and started to walk back to his couch. He settled into it and leaned forward, placing both his elbows on each of his thighs respectively.

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

Drickblood turned to where the king was, knelt, and put her forehead on the ground, waiting. Armaloth, the great demon lord, rose from his throne and transported himself to where Drickblood was. In front of her, the king watched her from above. He disliked this creature. Someone with so much power should be eliminated. In anticipation, the Bloodrink clan eagerly awaited the moment when their champion would be crowned.

There was a human-looking one that reeked of magic, another who looked like The Mormo’s and he smelled of human blood. But the most intriguing was the last one. He was big and broad. He has a war form similar to some gods, and big horns that stood upward proudly. He took a big breath and shuddered. That creature’s blood was divine. He is of the god’s blood, but it was one he wasn’t familiar with. “Who is that mortal with dark silver war form?” He asked his servant without taking his eyes off that magnificent creature. “He is the demon king, my lord. He is the grandchild of the Christian God.”

velliam can easily see through his mind in demon dimensions. king was thinking about her daughter and all those memories. now king is clam and he close his eyes king:- I was terrible man, I think to sell my daughter for my throne and I was failed in ruling too. power is monster it make one too. maybe I am same as you I lost think what dear to me, my daughter, peace, happiness and true me. I was become salve than ruler. I let the demon take over me and now I realize I was living in lie. now I understand death is truth. please don't kill my daughter and tell her that I am sorry for hurting her. please tell her as my last wish I know I don't deserve that

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"

When Willow noticed this, there was only one thought in her mind; this being was connected in someway to her baby. “This is Seth; the demon king and master of the underworld. He has come to aid you in your quest” Thanatos stated to Willow upon the arrival of the creature. What Willow thought would be the demon king happen to be a very fine young human clothed being with no spot nor wrinkles in his face. However, his eyes were pitch black and that alone made him scarier. Lucifer was filled with Joy and wanted the demon king to lift him up.