Demon Slayer Icon の小説・ストーリー

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

Just then, he looked over as Tony spoke up. "So, what drew yer eye to that chain? It's real sharp, man," he asked casually. "Oh yea! Well, I saw it and it was like it literally called to me. The sword- jeez this sounds so gross and mushy- but the sword represents 'you'. Yer the demon slayer after all. You protect 'me', represented by the chain, and I support you like the chain supports the pendant. We take care of each other, see?" Dillon gently pulled the pendant out from under his shirt and admired it.

I stood up and clenched my fist. “Exoneratio!” I exclaimed then red runes appeared and danced around my body. My heart was throbbing so fast. I gasped for an air, catching for my breath. Black smoke came out from my body and it was slowly forming into a figure of a demon with twinkling red eyes. He’s showing up his true demon form. He has many horns surrounding his head, forming like a crown. He has a long right hand with long sharp claws made of steel. All fingers in his left hand are wearing gold rings shining brightly. “D*mn it! What are they planning to do?” I heard Vela cursed. Goddess Lumia is trying to hold her back. She is just buying us time.

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

she uttered while slashing the knife at the Demons round-up around her. With every cut of the knife, the Eidolons started going back to powder of ashes before disappearing. They don’t die, they simply went back to the dimension they belong. But regular Demons bleed thin blood like green poison, and some bleed silver or black. She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires.

I said, “but if they killed off everyone else, why did they leave you alive?” “As a warning,” Davin replied grimly. I frowned. “What do you mean?” Slowly, Samael removed the bundled up shirt from his gut. It wasn’t a claw or bite mark as I’d expected, but a symbol that had been carved into the flap of his belly. My stomach churned. Two slashes intersected one another, and a circle had been drawn literally through them. Bile rose in my throat; I swallowed it down. “Do you recognise it?” I murmured, reaching for the shirt and pressing it back to the wound.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He asked casually. "She wore this?" Damina pointed the jacket at him and he nodded. He had given it to her when she was feeling cold during the dinner date and she pressed it on his arm immediately they had gotten to her room, he had insisted she kept it but she blatantly refused, now Damina has perceived her scent from the Jacket. He didn't like this one bit but the truth was all that matters now. "She's the one. I knew she was something when she came to your rescue at the right time, she's a half witch half demon, we need to stop her now." Damian said sniffing the jacket.

The piece was of a famous Hero named The Dominator, she wore her trademark horned helm with a skin tight light armor bodysuit, all jetblack and her bladed whip called Aggressors Wrath that glowed with brilliantly violent power. She was standing over a Demon Lord who looked like he was smashed into his throne by the way his blood was shown splattered all over it, and there were what looked like thousands of low level Demons behind her all with broken bones or blown off limbs causing the expanse of hell to look more....hellish.

“I just can’t. You wouldn’t understand. I have to do what the summoner intended. I need to stay.” “Why are you so desperate to stay?” I shot back, taking a wary step backward. He looked up, catching the fear in my eyes. His lips twitched into a half-smile. “Because it’s not every day you get out of hell. You’d want to stay too. Think of it as… vacation time.” Something flickered across his face, something softer, sadder but it vanished before I could place it. I studied him warily: this tall, black, undeniably hot demon standing in my living room like he owned it. The afternoon light caught the sharp lines of his jaw, glinting off his caramel skin. His brown eyes locked on mine, unreadable.