Demon Slayer Male Oc 소설 & 이야기

“Aralyn, I will take off your handcuffs now to enable you to eat. Trust is a two-way road. Can I trust you?“. I nodded my head, and he did as promised. I sat upright and finished the meal with lord-knows-what-kind of the demon in silence. The silence was pleasant, unlike the plans that unfolded in my head. I almost felt sorry for demon-doctor-shaman-healer whatsoever, guy. Speaking of which, why do all of them look so hot, goddammit? Shouldn’t demons look like humpbacks with ulcers and horns and, I don’t know, that kind of crap? Apart from their shitty personalities, all of them were well-built and muscled with faces like they were deities and not evil-to-the-core-demons. This shaman-demon g

Than snarls next to him even before I can move closer to the fucker and rip his head off to use it as a ball for my practice with the pack kids. “Relax, demon daddy, we’re all friends here,” I say with an easy smirk, already picturing how awesome Optimus will think I am once she sees me in action. And I mean actual action - the smooth, clean kills I’m actually pretty good at. Than sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and grumbles, “everyone, I’m not honored to do this, but I suppose I’ll introduce the man standing next to me. Meet Cylus, the underworld serpent Lord.”

The air was heavy, suffused with an oppressive aura that seemed to sap the strength of anyone who entered. Seated upon the throne was a man whose mere presence was suffocating. His demeanor was calm, his posture almost languid, with one hand resting against his chin. Yet, the weight of his gaze was enough to bring grown warriors to their knees. He was the Overseer, a figure whose name was spoken in hushed whispers, feared even among the higher echelons of the Demonic Cult. His dark eyes glimmered with a predatory sharpness, and his lips curled ever so slightly as if perpetually amused by the terror he inspired.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Blood splattered round the room. Samantos on the other side was shouting continuously as the bullet kept hitting him. He was bleeding from every angle. He threw the almost dead man towards the men standing by the window. The force pulled one of them to the window, making him fall out of the room. *** "Hey beauty" She turned around to meet a young man in a well tailored suit. A wine glass was on his right hand. He has a curly coffee brown hair. He had a bright smile and looked stunning rich. His right ear was pierced and he has a cute tat on his neck. On his wrist was a gold Versace wristwatch. She was lost in her world admiring him.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

'At such a young age, how is it possible that he's in a high realm? "Unfortunately, you've miscalculated something. It’s something that’s enough to cause the lost of your lives." "What is it?!" "I, Lucas York, am not a human but… a demon." The pupils of the Rank 8 Evolved One immediately shrunk. He suddenly thought of something, but by the time he snapped out of it, it was already too late. "Demonic Saber Cross Slash!" As the Dragon Slaying Saber was swung, a bloody red slash in the form of a cross was unleashed at the group of Genetic Fighters.

My someone. His white hair and chest were splattered with crimson blood. A heavy broadsword held in his gigantic hands. He was half dressed, a pair of black trousers covered his manhood, but he was naked from the waist up. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly jealous of his muscular physic. I was not exactly a small guy myself, but there was something about the demon in front of my that was almost godly. “Lonnie!” he called again, an edge of desperation in his voice. And then his eyes land on the unconscious body at my feet.

I almost gave him a hard time for his paranoia. Almost "Sydlynhamitra," a burly young male demon with shoulders the size of the mountain and a body to match stepped out of the crowd heading to the balcony, his amber eyes on fire, power swirling around his hands, "I, Mobicandron, Knight of the Tenth Plane, challenge you for status." ***

“Do you know which group of Slayers made the deal with the fire demon? They could only be fire-wielding Slayers, right?” “That’s what I thought as well. The stories aren’t very clear on this.” “Could it be Tamerlane’s group?” Aki finally said the unmentionable. No particular Slayer had been held accountable for the death of her father, but on the day of the attack, the leader of the raiders wore the red o-yōroi armor whose lacing and crest were associated with Tamerlane. Temujin looked her straight in the eye. “That’s impossible. That would mean Tamerlane has somehow achieved immortality. If we believe all the stories, that guy has died more times than a cat’s got lives. If that was true, he