Romans & histoires Demon Slayer Pick Up Lines

“Maybe try opening a Demon portal and bring in more Demons.” “That’s enough!”

“That kind of hurt.” The demon steps back, watching. “What are you?” he asks again, tipping his head to the side. “I told you, she’s mine.” Lucas slashes the dagger through the air, cutting the demon’s throat. Thick, dark blood oozes out and the demon brings his hand up to try and stop the bleeding.

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.

He stuttered, his wide eyes focused on me while his filthy stuttering was making me more frustrated than I already was. "You know what is a demon? A demon is someone who takes away your soul." I said before raising my hand in the air as a small branch made its way towards me, and before he could say anything else, I stabbed him with the branch. One time, two times, three-time, ten times. I kept stabbing him until his body stopped moving. Looking at the blood on my hands, loving the scent of it, I inhaled it before taking a small lick of it. I bet Emerald will be happy to drink some blood.

A sly grin crept across his face as he quipped, "You're all prepared today, aren't you?" Amber replied with a playful chuckle, "What other choice do I have? If I'm not ready for you, you'd steal everything from me, including my earnings." The Demon laughed and acknowledged her wit, "You're quite clever. You don't speak much, but you certainly deliver on the job you're here for."

“I was gonna apologize for bailing you. I should have been there with you while you were recovering, but looking at you so sick and in a lot of pain that I’ve caused, it hurt, and the guilt and that demon just got into my head, and I let it in. I should have fought it and realized sooner that what demons do, is taunt and haunt and feed humans and us with our guilt and mistakes. I’m so sorry.” “You don’t have to apologize. You did what was right and you saved me.” “Stop saying I saved you when I almost killed you.” “To save my soul. I think that’s beyond plausible.” I smiled. “Coffee? Or is it that every time you see me, you see that asshole, too?” “He’s beyond an asshole. He’s a demon.” “You

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

He offers me his hand and I take it. “Mm… what a gentleman,” I teased. “I’m no gentleman, Princess. I’m the demon that’s come for your soul and now that I have it, I’m never letting go,” Shane murmured in my ear. I swallowed as a shiver ran down my spine and my hair stood on end.

He held Damon’s gaze, his voice a low rasp, barely able to keep his composure as he squeezed the words out from between clenched teeth, the same line as before: "Is there any other way?" Damon’s smile deepened, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes as he leaned into the game with even more audacity. “Oh, there’s another way—sleep with you, three times,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. His gaze locked onto Dean’s with unflinching boldness, treating the negotiation as though it were a theatrical performance crafted for his amusement. In Damon’s playful yet piercing eyes, Dean could see his own rising frustration reflected, twisting into an unbearable sense of futility.

“Oh, I know a few,” Demon replied, that mischievous smirk still on his face and had now creeped into his tone. “Don Hilton’s is a good place to go. Very nice place if you want to impress a girl.” “Thank you, Demon,” I said, and in a carefree tone I added, “Now, keep your eyes on the road before you crash us both.” Demon let out a loud burst of laughter. I smiled, making absolutely no effort to repress how happy I was.