Demon Slayer Demon King Novels & Stories

she smiled, and I chuckled. "Yeah, I have met him before." I joked, and she leaned into my touch. "Over there are: Arman and Ava, you met them when we visited the Dragon Vault." She said, and I nodded. I knew I had met them before, but somehow I couldn´t pinpoint where... "Dom and Aisling, he is the Demon King, and his Queen is Uncle Arran´s daughter -dragon-" she said, and I nodded, trying to get all the details in.

The darkness that sometimes whispered at the edges of her consciousness. *Demon blood.* "No," she whispered. "Yes," Nyx said, not unkindly. "You are Moonblood on your mother's side. But your father—" He paused. "—your father is Kairen. King of the Demon Wolves. Ruler of the Firegate. The Eternal Flame. The Unbroken Chain." Each title landed like a hammer blow. Luna's vision swam. "The Demon King," she said faintly. "The most powerful demon alpha in existence," Nyx confirmed. "Ancient. Unkillable. And currently working to tear down the Gate between realms so he can return to the mortal world."

A bored voice then uttered with the owner coming out from the shadows. “I don’t like failures and you better remember that too.” The Demon King then replied threatenly. “I am confident that I won’t fail in letting my hold on the Vampire Werewolf throne as king but I’m afraid it will be you who fails in playing your own part instead.” The young man then replied, leaning against the wall cave with a smirk on his face. “If it wasn’t for the both of us serving the same master, the devil then i would have enjoyed killing you in coldblood!” The demon King then uttered angrily and turned back to seat on his throne, ignoring the visitor.

“Or a life deviant?” “True deviancy has always been a tricky subject,” Anrik answered. “I doubt anyone would want to go against a fully primed true deviant. History tells us Trenon was a death mage as a demon king and it took a platoon of invokers, all battle mages, to face him.” “Trenon was a demon,” Sharmin interrupted. “They’ve always proven a tasking ordeal to deal with regardless of deviancy. A human death deviant—”

There, I sent everyone away and headed down, to the Heart of Alethar. I cut my hand, touched the stone with my palm, and it absorbed the blood like it had never been there. I did everything right. I took the throne of my ancestors, I avenged my mother, I... But why was I so restless? Would I have to stay alone for the rest of my life? What a bleak fate... I met dawn at the altar. A huge dark snake coiled around me, hissing me a lullaby, trying to keep me warm. I had to go up and relieve my worried friends, receive the reports from the ghosts, deal with the Chartreuses... I had to do so much. And that was good, really—no time to mope. I did everything right. I won. But I couldn’t help but fee

Both looked at me with disgust, but I didn't care. The king wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me. "My King." I seductively said. He was mine tonight. I was going to be the first human to seduce a demon king. Instead of waiting for an answer, I climbed on top of the table. King Mammon eyed me before filling up his glass. King Satan was carving his name into a demon woman, who cried out in pain.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

Just by thinking about the obvious answers, Damon was wrecked with shivers. “Then die, ungrateful bastard!” The demon king saw the bitter smile of his son as an act of rebellion. And so, Demon King Lucifer the Prideful howled. Its angry howl made everyone in the Rancid City to tremble. Every nook and cranny of the Nether World heard the howl of death. On cue, the demon king’s tails sharpened its tips. As the lightning bolts returned with vengeance across the darkened skies of the Nether World, it illuminated the blade-like tips of the swirling tails of the demon king. Its tips now aimed to the halfling prince who refused to close his eyes.

"Well, it looks quite delicious." Half an hour had passed. "Hey? Why is it a Demon King again? Why is it not a Demon Prince or a Demon Royal?" "It looks... a bit delicious!" One more hour had passed. "Fuck. A Demon King again... Why isn't it a Demon Royal?" "Hey, the Demon King's body is not so delicious and I don't want to eat it any more!" One more hour had passed. "Hey, it's still a Demon King... but it seems to be at the peak of the Demon King realm!"

"Welcome, my dears. I've been waiting for you. I mean 'you', Benard. I've heard of your numerous deeds. You're very good on the battlefield, so I've heard. And I was too lazy to make the trip to confirm your reality. Thankfully, I'm a genius." "So you unleashed so many minions to trouble those innocent people, all because of your desire to see me?" Benard was pissed. How much he wished he had his sword with him right now. He really wanted to separate that demon's head from his body. "I didn't expect you would follow him," the demon king said to Lucas, who was glowering at him. "But that's not a problem. Just an extra mouth to feed. I can take care of that much," the king said in a dismissive