Demon Slayer Oc Base Novels & Stories

The black glass dagger descended, a streak of obsidian darkness in the witch-light of the Ossuary. Damon Carter struck with the precision of a butcher and the hatred of a brother scorned. The blade bit deep into the base of Ryan’s skull, a killing blow meant to sever the spine and extinguish the flicker of life sustaining the monstrous transformation.

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

His nails were black, thick and shiny as if made from polished obsidian. Yet, even which such an outrageous appearance, I could not prevent my eye from settling on the spectacle of the demon's manhood. It swung freely, without cover, between his powerful legs. The shaft was a long and thick, with a band of hammered gold encircling the base. It looked completely impossible to accommodate. His hairless sacks hung below, looking swollen.