Demon Slayer Oc Male 소설 & 이야기

“And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.” “Why are you telling me? I could kill you.” The man swung his daggers and put them back in their pockets on each side of his h.i.p.s. “You could try.” He smirked and began to walk away. The man had confidence. Lucian still had some unanswered question so he followed him. “Thank you for saving me…Re..Ro..” “Roshan.” He prefered to be called his human name. Interesting. “And you are Lucian.”

Would he be gentle or brutal? "You said he's lonely?" she finally asked. "Yes, very lonely," he responded quietly. She sucked in a deep breath, she could relate. Cursed or not he was still a man. Okay, a demon male. A massive, powerful, demon male... But he did save her from a fate with Vincent Shaw. No matter what this demon might be now, he could never be as vile as that bastard werewolf. There was no doubt in her mind that Shaw would have treated her badly, maybe even killed her.

Meanwhile, Janice Valeria’s tapering fingers began to draw and draw some abstract patterns on the male demon’s quite strong and sturdy chest as well as nipples. “Hahaha... Of course... I’ll be responsible in taking care of you starting from now on... Starting from now on, you’re mine; you’re my responsibility; you merely belong to me. You may not turn to, look at or be together with the other men, even if that’s merely for a little while... Do you understand?” said the male demon quite sternly and firmly.

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?”

No but you might be injured" I said while I searched his body for injuries but was shocked not to see any. I could have sworn I saw him bleeding while he was fighting. "Don't think about it too much. I'm a demon that's why my injuries heal so quickly. See I'm not bleeding anymore." he said while raising his hands up. I'm sure he read my mind again. He took me to his room and said, "Today we will bathe together okay??". I nodded. Moment later. He asked me to stand under the shower and turned it on. He rubbed soap all over my body and started using the sponge to scrub me. He started to pinch my nipples, making me moan.

Stopping in place, he turned to his friend with a sombre expression. "Jonis, I suspect Shamsiya Moore might've used an enchantment on me. Could this be the reason why she's...possessive of me?" "Enchantment? Hehe...Iblis, I say you should lessen your trip to the human territory. Just a few trips, and you've already begun to forget who you are. When has any enchantment ever worked on you, the Demon Lord? Forget about an enchantment. Aside from the Demon Slayer, even the olden spells and witchcraft don't work on you." Jonis scoffed, clearly displeased.

“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

girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country. demon:- no I have a plan for grand death, what you ask for, from this shrine. girl:- I ask, it's embracing, it's your happiness, and I am a rider so my protection from accidents and It's working for me, do you feel light when your father died, or did you cry for him? demon:- I was sad and cried hard, because after all this I can never be free, from suffering, I am confused, one part wants to die, the other part wants to give me another chance, and the other is so scared to live and he finds no meaning in living.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

At sixteen, she sat cross-legged beside a pillar of moon kelp, nose deep in The Hierarchies of Hell: Demon Ranks and Powers, her fingers trailing over an ancient diagram of a horned prince, when she heard the voice. "You read demonology in your free time, little siren?" Jo’s spine stiffened. She hadn’t sensed anyone. No vibrations. No ripples. She looked up. A man stood there. Not a boy, no, he was tall, lean but powerful, with an otherworldly stillness. His hair was black as volcanic glass, and his eyes, light, startling blue, studied her with a kind of amused intensity. Jo stood, tucking the book protectively under her arm. "I don’t speak to strangers. Please excuse me, sir."