Demon Slayer Nezuko Fanart Novels & Stories

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

Jo shot over his shoulder as they got closer to the Vampires who seemed a bit surprised that the Guardian wasn’t going down. Jo shot another Vampire in the head twice, and the female bloodsucker fell backward, exploding into ash before she hit the ground. Zane took out another one as well, and then they were fighting for the same real estate. As much as Jo liked to blast a Vampire into oblivion with her gun, there was nothing quite like the satisfying tear of a Vampire’s head coming off of its body.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

“Demon flame art: Purga!” All of the demons in the cube erupted in the same green flame. They withered away, but more too their place. “Fine then.”, she said, as a dagger appeared in her hand. She raised it up and mad e a single stroke down. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!”

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?”

I didn't recognize her, but a sense of curiosity piqued my interest. "That could be his dead lover, Selena," Zara's voice whispered in my mind, and the idea seemed plausible. I couldn't help but wonder if that was why they intended to sacrifice me - because of our shared hair color. My gaze lingered on the mysterious woman's face, and despite my initial reservations, I found myself drawn to her beauty. It wasn't her fault that Damian had conjured up this twisted plan to revive her from the grave. Tearing my gaze away from the painting, I continued on my way to the dining hall, my thoughts swirling with questions and unease.

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.

) IMPACT! Praying Priest: (Catching Dantzler's fist as the energy from impact seems to "empty" and redistribute behind him. Destroying the altar the Priest was orginally praying at in a single blow, leaving a large indention in the wall.) "Monster! I, Oda Nobunaga reborn, shall cleanse you demon!!" (He grabs the sickle off of his waist and aims to cut off Dantzler's arm. Juno attempts to run forward only to be blasted backwards with a evil energy pulse that seems to stick to her body and slowly begins to engulf her, draining her of her life. She then loses consciousness.) "I had such high hopes for you my daughter...alas they have not come to fruition. So at this point my daughter, you will

She gathered her belongings and headed down the street with Daiki in tow. He stopped at a coffee store with a male barista and waited. A few minutes later, he returned with two cups of hot chocolate. Daiki shyly held out a cup for Nozomi. "Thank you," Nozomi smiled and took the cup from her new friend, "What is a Nephilim? I've never heard the term before today." They passed the comic book store, and a variety of posters hung in the window. Some had pictures of angels and demons, and some were of teen dramas. Daiki scratched his head. He pointed to an angel and then a human.

Isaac chuckled, “I gave you half of my soul, Nezuz, that’s what you wanted isn’t it? That is your real reason to be attracted to me.” Nezuz, the demon stepped toward the staircase, stepping upward as though he was there when in truth if others had seen from above, they wouldn’t be able to see Nezuz, only able to see Isaac who had stood up alone. “You are getting closer to your goal,” said Nezus, smiling. The demon had worn a mask before his face, his horns growing in an unbalance manner as the left was taller than its right. His body was the body of a human but his vibe wasn’t similar to any living creature. “But that beloved Master of yours don’t agree with your idea. How will you make him