Demon Slayer Icon Novels & Stories

Demons stood around, looking at us curiously. Two demons in particular caught my attention. Guirita and Shea. Guirita was dressed in a dark red dress, from head to toe covered in dark fabric. Shea was dressed in riding gear and had weapons all over her body. "Is Shea coming?" I asked with disgust. Both ladies heard me, and looked at me with widened nostrils, their eyes dark with anger. "Shea will come as a servant, yes. She has some war experience. If you need anything, just ask her." Samael said. Shea instantly looked down and folded her hands behind her back neatly. Like she was some perfect servant. I wouldn't be asking her anything, even if I was dying from drought.

“I am so glad you are here!” Icarus was a tall, strong young man with sharp features and piercing eyes. He had black hair that hung over his forehead, almost covering one of his eyes. His high cheekbones and strong jawline only added to his ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude. He wore a black suit and had a mischievous grin on his face. Unbeknownst, even to Elara, Icarus is a demon sent from hell to push her towards the darkside.

Wilbur and Loja both stepped back, eyeing each other intently. Loja smiled faintly as he lifted his demon-subduing pestle, and a buzzing sound started to spread while the chants still echoed in the skies. In front of him, a five-meter-tall demon slayer appeared. It was also wielding a pestle as it charged at Wilbur. The onlookers could not help but cheer. Loja sure was impressive. He managed to summon a protector so easily. He truly was the strongest in Shia. At that moment, Wilbur swung his halberd, engaging the demon slayer.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

demon:- what kind of weapon do you have, it might going to help in planning, let me start first, my hate is a big boom, it's exploded with a remote, and I have two guns in clothed name:- my belt is a flexible blade, which is very hard to handle, my heart ring are drone boom, I have to take a target picture, and it will follow it and kill my target, I have only two, and my whole dress is electrified, mean if someone touches me he get death shock, it getting charge if I move and walk,

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

"You want my blood?" Katrina asks me, looking at me as if I'm crazy. "I just need a little bit," I respond. "Just enough to coat the crest in front. Katrina glances at the front of the book; there's a small shield pictured above the book's title. The shield is the emblem of the demon race, with the four demon leaders portrayed on it. "I'll just prick your finger with a needle, and then you just have to rub it over the crest," I reply as I turn my attention back to Katrina. A few minutes ago, her cheeks were flushed pink from her recent orgasm; now, those same cheeks look pale.

Drawing the distinct pentagram of sun and moon she summons. “Jessa, Hannah.” She commanded. As swift as the spell activated, the twins appear bowing in front of her, commanding them through her thoughts, the twins nodded in response as they vanish, taking to aid the hunter. Once more drawing a circle of a pentagram for a fighting armor in the image of shaman’s clothes mix with a sailor-style skirt, white boots, and distinct red and violet strings of ribbons that’s serves as his line of protection, she jumps outside as the wind drew its cold attention towards her. Looking at the reflection of the black smoke demon that’s giving the twins and the hunter a hard time fighting against, it slowly

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

“This is not good,” Slabhrai, the goddess of chains, said as she noticed a change in the lower planes, “I can feel a shift in power.” “What do you mean?” Chogaidh, the god of war replied, “Is something happening in the mortal plane again?” The other gods gathered, wondering what it could be this time. The last time that Slabhrai, who governs the chains that connect the different planes of the world, felt this shift in power was when the first Demon King was born. Back then they merely swept it off as a normal event among them mortals; after all, they did not expect that the god of games would intervene.