Demon Slayer Intro Novels & Stories

Mila’s POV The roar of thousands of voices echoed through the demon palace. I stood at the entrance of the arena, my fingers tightening around the strap of my sword. Beyond the enormous iron gates, I could hear drums pounding in a steady rhythm that shook the ground beneath my feet. Boom. Boom. Boom. Each beat made my heart race a little faster. A demon servant bowed before me. “My Lady.” “They’re ready.” I swallowed. “So am I.” That was a lie.

It made me wonder, painfully, what life might've felt like if I'd had someone like her growing up. But she was also the single greatest obstacle to my escape. She was always there, and that's a problem. I tore my gaze away from her and turned back to the anime playing on the smart TV. "Demon Slayer," a show I hadn't even known existed until I once woke up to the sound of Sargis watching it on low volume. I'd been groggy and irritated... until my eyes adjusted and I saw the animation. The colors, music, and the way the characters fought for something, even when they were broken, instantly piqued my interest. Now I was halfway through the third season. But I couldn't concentrate today.

Clenching my fist whilst gritting my teeth I groaned, "Explain to me, what the hell is going on?" I saw her lifeless form, I can feel her breath stopped that time when my claws piercing her heart. How could she stand alive now and unharmed? "This is impossible. S-Sh...she's alive? Z-Zombie?" my warrior under Gamma Edom whispered too. "Camilla!" That Gamma's call caught her attention, her gaze shifted towards us and then the shock filled in her eyes.

Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside. “Come in.” I froze, suddenly unsure if this was the right choice, but backing out now wasn’t an option. Drawing a shaky breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Damon looked up from behind his desk, his sharp eyes immediately finding me. For a moment, silence stretched between us until he broke it with a faint edge of impatience. “Did you come here just to stand there and say nothing?” My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. “I’ll do it.”

Then, just as quickly, they returned to normal. “That scene earlier? Oh my gosh, it was intense,” the woman gushed, her voice dripping with admiration. “He was so… I don’t know, like a knight. No, more than that—a prince,” she sighed, as though Hunter were plucked from her dreams. “I sound ridiculous, don’t I? But honestly, I just… I can’t help it.” Aleah’s thoughts burned: He’s a Demon Alpha, lady, and you clearly didn’t do your homework. But she kept those words in her head, not on her lips, forcing herself to smile again.

Vampires look at each other, and confirm Samantha's identity among themselves through mental conversation. "Don't waste your time asking who I am." Samantha interrupted them. "I'll introduce myself. Yes, I'm Samantha, a.k.a RED. And also known as the Demon vampire feeding the blood of her OWN kind." "It's really her!", exclaims the short-haired female vampire. "Jeez, what bad luck. We actually ran into her.", says one among the male vampires. "What are we gonna do now?"

"This isn't you. You're not meant to follow whatever he says. We have one mission and that mission is to take Sathanas out. He doesn't deserve your loyalty." Her breath was getting shaky. She hasn't really gotten to know how to find a demon, let alone one who has been empowered to fight her. "Her name isn't Chelsea. I introduce to you," Chelsea began to move towards her, eyes spitting darkness and violence. "Eversor!" His people cheered and her heart skipped a beat. She looked around frantically and by the time she would look back to her front, she was greeted with a punch on the jaw that sent her skidding across the rough floor. She couldn't block that punch as her hands were tied.

It was the statue of a man who stood with an axe in his hands ready to strike. Damian stared at the statue, his eyes turning redder than usual, "Arise from the stone, Simon" he said and suddenly, the statue started shaking and breaking off to reveal a person. The person dropped his weapon to stretch, when he turned hi s side, he saw someone who he was surprised to see. "Lord...Lord Damian?" the man called in disbelief. "Simon, it's been long" he smirked. The man, Damian addressed as simon quickly bowed to Damian, "Milord"