Demon Slayer Douma Novels & Stories

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending. Damon was a skilled fighter, trained by his cousin Roshan in the art of demon-slaying. He had been taught to harness his demonic powers, to wield his sword with precision and deadly force. But even with his superior training, the sheer number of demons began to take its toll.

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.

Its eyes; dozens of them,blinked across its chest, arms, and neck. Its voice crawled into their minds, low and coiling. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Selene gasped, retreating behind Ryker, who instinctively stepped in front of her. Nyra stood tall. “I am Nyra Duskbane. I offer blood, soul, and flesh in exchange for your strength.” The demon's lipless mouth curled into something like amusement. “Ah… the last heir of the Broken Throne. Your heart drips vengeance. I like that.”

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

“Still haven’t learned to leash your pet, I see.” Damon’s hands drop from my face like I’ve burned him. He turns, slow, controlled, but I see the way his fingers flex, the way his shoulders tense. “Donn.” Damon growls. “Reaper.” Donn’s smirk is audible. “Here to collect a soul, or just admire the view?” I finally look.

"The demon lay caged within his mind. With a thunderous roar he broke his bonds of servitude and laid waste to the Demon Lords. Nothing could stop him from vanquishing his enemies..." - Witness to the rise of the Demon King, Sebastian the Vanquisher. Northern Romania, 1327 A.D. "Master, open the door!" With a grunt Sebastian rolled over, pressing against the naked female body that lay beside him. The woman sighed, slipping her pale hand up his neck to twirl around one of his horns. Smirking, he slapped her round backside and bit back a groan.

he asks, obviously upset. "I was attacked." "That I can see. By what?" he says a bit angrily. "By a ghoul," I almost whisper out. Bennet's brow knit together. "By what?" "A ghoul. They're demons that feast upon vampire blood," I explain. "Why would it attack you? You're not a vampire and-" "This one I have a history with," I interrupt. Bennet frowns. "Tell me," he says as he lifts me up onto the bed. I sit between his legs, facing him. I lean forward and hug him. He reciprocates.