Demon Slayer Images Novels & Stories

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

I asked. “I can’t tell you. If I were to tell anyone her real name though, it would be you.” Moran stated. “Go ahead.” I nodded. “Patrick Devere and Solar Flare can never find out the Vasilia’s demon name is Persephone. If that happens, then it’ll be easier for the Vasili to mate with her. Tell no one else.” He whispered. “Got it. I’ll send in Rao.” I said as I left. That wasn’t her name. I knew it was one of the names that would never be given to a Vasilia, just like Hades would never be given to a Vasili. Neither one would accept a demon as their avatar. They were the god and goddess of the desire demons.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

He forced himself to go even deeper this time, probing the dark abyss of the demon’s being as best he could. Violent, whirling images of malformed creatures and rotting shrubs and trees spun through his brain, like objects caught up in a churning whirlwind. These images were not things he had actually seen—they were pictures he had somehow viewed inside Lamashtu’s evil mind while she possessed him. Where they came from and what they meant did not matter. They were not what he was seeking, not what they needed.

She needed his reassurance more than she had ever done. She could not help but wonder if it will be humans at the party, or demons. Did they all look as good as Klaus? Did any of them possess physical attributes that did not belong in normal humans? Like horns, tails? Maybe like the books she had read about demons as a child.

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

"Oh! The flower! Did you sneak into my room?" "Uhm." Kenshi sucks in air, smiling playfully. "Didn't Roya tell you?" "You saw me asleep?!" "Calm down!" He laughs. "I asked Zed." "Oh, good." She breathes out, shifting her gaze back to him. "But don't you know what that spider lily flower meant? Do you want me dead or something?" "No, I don't want you dead. How do I explain it." He looks away to think for a second and back to her. "In Yami, spider lilies are like roses. Most of us demons has heart with a complex design like that red spider lily."

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.