Demon Slayer Inosuke Fanart Novels & Stories

I asked with worries. He only nodded and try to pull me to him. "Let me see it," I demanded. He reluctantly removed his shirt and my eyes fell on a very deep wound he got from the fight. Did demons have claw, the wound was so deep and it's seems he was clawed on his shoulder by one of those things. "It's will heal," he said pulling me to him. He let out a groan as I fell on him, my lips brushing his smooth pale skin. "But you can blow on it, it's will heal faster,"

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.

Surprised, Innis stared at the demon who had appeared in her pentagram. He wasn’t quite what she had expected. Visually, he seemed a proper demon: claws, scales, and a tail. But should he really be all bloody and unconscious? Grandpa’s diary never said anything like that. Too bad I couldn’t find any other notes. But...what am I to do with it? Try to call him? Shake him awake? No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden.

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

He then moves her hands so that he is holding them in one as he then can slide the other up and down the wonderful soft body he has trapped under him. Losing himself quickly to the pleasure of the screams around him and the struggles of the female under him, the lower Demon lets his forked tongue hang out and swipes it up Yasmine’s exposed neck and the side of her face. As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears.

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

Arth’s eyes went down to the floor where he saw a sliced arm, with much blood flowing out of it, realizing it was Kael’s arm that had been cut off. “I do not know if I would be pleased to find you still alive,” the demon spoke in a dark voice with a smirk plastered on his face; dark veins visible on his forehead and neck. The demon had almost reached its full form, consuming Lucas’ body as a whole. More black lines and symbols had marked his arms … along with the devil wings at his back … and the horns at his head.

"I'm not here to listen to your blatant arrogance and juvenile posturing. Give me your hand. Now." Deimon extended his hand with theatrical slowness, still wearing that insufferable smile. Selene unwrapped a ceremonial dagger from its red silk covering, the blade gleaming with runes that predated written language. Without hesitation, she drew the edge across his palm, opening the flesh in one clean stroke.

"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.

Damian's face flashed before my eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as he committed the heinous act. I shuddered as I recalled the onslaught my pack members received at the hands of Damian and his vampire minions. The images of their battered and broken bodies, the sounds of their screams and pleas for help, it all came flooding back, and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably in the bathtub.