Demon Slayer Demon Ocs Novels & Stories

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Tobias glance away, while Addison stiffens. Master Ombres turns away from the windows, her arms crossed. She’s a lanky woman with black hair and the characteristic all-black eyes of a demon, which contrast her warm smile in a way that’s almost uncanny. “Thank you all for joining me,” she says, looking around the room at the surrounding students. “I’m sorry to drag you away from your free time like this, but there’s something I need from you, and I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

Dragging. Something appeared at the end of the hallway. Tall. Maybe seven feet. Covered in black scales that looked wet. Eyes glowing red like hot coals. Shadow demon. My wolf snarled inside. Recognized it. I hated it. "There's our little moon child." Its voice was wrong. Like three voices talking at once. "We've been looking everywhere for you, Thessara." Kieran stepped forward. "You are not touching her." "And who's gonna stop us, Alpha?" The demon tilted its head. "You? One wolf against our whole army?"

I could see our opposite auras pushing each other away, but neither was winning the invisible battle. I inhaled the cold, stale air of the desert before proceeding to speak, "Hmmm... I just heard the call of my Emperor. Do you know what He named me now?" Raphael had a tensed look on his face. He must have found my new appearance rather...threatening. His head shook slowly, not believing what I had just become. "No... you can't side with the Darkness!" he yelled, "Aeshma!" "ASMODEUS! Call me by that name!" I quickly interjected, clenching my hands into a tight fist and glowing my eyes red. "I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell."

I watched as he walked to a table which was at the corner and lifted up a small bottle. "What's your name?" He asked when he opened it. I didn't want to answer him!. I wasn't going to!. He turned and faced me seriously. "I'm called Ose. I'm the demon lord's close friend and confidant as well as one of the generals." He said then moved closer and sat at the edge of the bed next to me. "You are a female warrior, that I know. And the fact that you have a higher position than others means you are stronger. All those things are pretty impressive but I want to know your name." He said softly then moved his hand to my cheek.

' Hazel wondered to herself, her heart thumping as she trailed behind him past bodies of demons intertwined in impossible ways. They got to a corner of the room where fewer people were and she saw that there was an empty throne. The demon plopped down on the throne, dragging Hazel along with him. Hazel landed on his large belly and she almost threw up when she felt the cushion of her fall and turned to realize in horror that it was actually the demon's belly. "I am Lucas," The demon said with a leering smile instead of accentuating his facial qualities. The smile made visible, his rotten dentition and a foul order that had the undertone of the smell of sulphur.

Marcia screamed, tears brimming her eyes again, leaning over Ulna, looking, listening and feeling desperately for signs of life. “He feels the body alive, but the beast’s mind has left, but cannot continue on through the fade until Rex stops keeping the shell on the brink. I know what death looks like stupid girl, I know better than anyone,” Sküülen replied, backhanding Marcia, her usual chirpy voice changing to a darker and more sinister one. “Because you’re a f**king demon!” Lacey shouted, her sword coming to the ready. “I am many things, but a demon I am not, I am Sküülen, daughter to Mors.”

, Isak yelled, the monster looked around where it stood, there were drawings on the floor, like that of triangles born in circles, the monster had seen this before, probably in its past life, and the light consumed it. "Where are we?", the thing spoke, as it eyes peered at the girl before them, she was related to the body which now belonged to them, this was going to be easy, it thought, kill the Wolf and take her necklace, that would make him really proud, wouldn't it, "Yes Demon, it would.", Isak Emma said, as he chuckled at the demon's before him, "I know you.", the Demon said as it shifted back, Adolpha sending him back to the spot, Alec flying to the spot, slashing its torso, the demon

"I'll keep it simple. A White Giant or not, Deimon Ashworth — you are no match for the Ozeth Alpha." "What?" The word left Deimon's mouth before he could architect it, involuntary, his fury surfacing before he held it back. Romulus did not blink. "Because, Master Ashworth — Jebediah Ozeth is the living incarnate of the demon god Indra."

She knows it is blood just from the context, since instead of red, the thick, smelly liquid is almost identical to tar. "Sam!" She shouts, desperate and afraid that he is seriously injured. The fire-colored slit demon stares at her. It was so weird to associate that horror movie-worthy monster with the handsome man from mere minutes ago. The voice coming out of the deformed throat is also equally fearsome, like thunder and earthquakes. "Don't come any closer!" "You're hurt!" The other demon, the one with yellow slits, seems puzzled by the girl's concern. Sam once again shouts: "Stay away!"