Demon Slayer Flame Hashira Death Novels & Stories

Then she turns it on the enemy. Black flames ripple out. Every demon it touches goes up in smoke—ash before they can even scream. Bella isn’t done. She pulls the borrowed power from Jamal and Michael, returning them to their human forms. Then she sends a final blast into Fenrir’s corpse—ripping it apart, scattering it into pieces too distant to ever reform. But he’s a god. He won’t truly die. Hopefully, she’s scattered him far enough that he can’t come back any time soon.

Many great demons saw this scene and their expressions changed drastically. They were so shocked that they felt their hearts shatter! "Oh my god, the Red Flame Demon Venerable was really killed by this human cultivator. He was hacked to death!" "I feel too wronged. As a Supreme Master Realm great demon, it isn't that I can't die, but this type of death really is too sullen!" "This Human cultivator is too brutal. He is far from the Human cultivator we know!"

Ash rose from the ground, curling around her wrists, her spine, her ribs like memory made manifest. “Then show me,” the god whispered. “Show me your flame.” Seren raised her hand. No inferno. No divine spark. Just memory. She whispered the names of the fallen. Hollowreach. Dustspire. The Ashborn. Sirelia. Elara. Let them see. Let them all see. And the flame came. Not to consume. But to illuminate. The shadows recoiled. The god blinked, once. And for the first time in a thousand years,

Jonathan smiled as he touched Akira's shoulder which made Azrael even angrier. “Just make sure I don't get out of here Jonathan and I'll make sure I keep alive all the people close to you right in front of you. Yes, I know everyone I killed and I'm starting to rejoice that I killed your friends and members, I'll be even happier if I send more people to hell with you!” Azrael shouted as he struggled in the chair “Is that so Azrael? What if I kill your girlfriend in front of you? It looks good to watch, too.” Jonathan said smiling and pointed the pistol from his side

Layla lifted her hand, creating a barrier, and all their attacks disappeared the moment they touched it. She lifted her hand, forging a large shard of ice and launching it at Blaze in the blink of an eye. He screamed as it pierced through his heart, coming out at the other side. She rushed at him before he could melt the ice, and she cut off his head. “Two down, one more to go. You’re the last man standing, Demeter.” Layla taunted as his body fell to the ground and turned to ashes. Demeter’s face was paler than snow as she gaped at Layla. Her entire body trembled, and she took her a step back.

She wasn’t choosing a blade. She was shattering the trial. She would die before letting any force dictate which half of her soul deserved death. Even if it meant refusing destiny itself. The First Harbinger stepped back, eyes wide with something like fear. “The gods will not forgive this.” She rose through the blaze, hair alight with white fire. “Then let them burn too.” The Shadow Alpha surged forward, a tidal wave of black You will unmake EVERYTHING! Serena’s reply was a vow, carved in flame:

“Ple...please! My...” “ENOUGH!” I stand, taking a step back. “Now, for your idiocy, you die...probably your sister too if I had to guess.” The servant begins crying. Pathetic. “But, while you remained loyal, your work was outstanding. In this consideration, your death will be quick.” I snap my fingers and the demon is engulfed in flames. His screams of agony only last a few minutes before his body remains motionless as it burns to ash.

“It’s time for your soul to scatter. Too bad! This is probably equivalent to tens of thousands of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank elixirs!” As he spoke, he entered the Third Marciais Combat Form. With a wave of his hand, the black gloves shot out a terrifying Sword Energy that descended quickly toward Hamish. With a thunderous roar, Hamish’s body exploded instantly, and his soul completely dissipated. A Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Second Tribulation powerhouse fell just like that. “It seems like some little trash with the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation are coming.” Lesia instructed, “Let’s run!”

The others follow her. ‘Repeliate, Inferno Flamo, Skedaddle Dash, Restraino Detainous,’ are shouted by Yiselda, Lilac, Ria, Ela and Fern. Queen Maia forms purple spheres in her hands while Kadva summons blue spheres. Together they throw them, obliterating any of the creatures they hit. Alec and Reaper summon shadows that wrap around the Harpies. The shadows squeeze around them, making them explode into dust. Sir Hugo swing’s his sword, cutting the head off a Harpy and striking the Minotaur in the back and legs. Within minutes they are all dead.

I shook my head. “I haven’t had a chance to tell her. Even if he didn’t escape before the building collapsed, he is not dead. He is a high demon. Only the new flame can kill him. A flame that no one wields at this time.” Gabriel nodded his head. “Thank you for protecting Willow tonight. With the information that you have just given me, I would like for you to consider taking Willow back to the mythical lands with you. I can’t have her here, close to Drake. I don’t like the idea of not being able to protect her.” my gaze shot up to his. Surprise covered my features.