Demon Slayer Pillars Novels & Stories

His thunder cleaver had spiritual flames around them, and the sound of thunder crackled. Sullivan put his hands together, shouting, "Ghost World." Suddenly, the cloud of spiritual energy above his head started to rotate slowly, letting out shocking spiritual pressure. Thirty meters around him, ten gray pillars of light rose out from the ground. On those pillars were countless runes, burning brightly with spiritual energy, causing the wind to howl. At the same time, ten hellish figures appeared on those pillars. Those ten figures had a cold look on their faces. They were five meters tall and wore ancient official clothing. They had various weapons in hand, and all started to attack Wilbur.

And Jason seeing the crawling tentacle, slashed at it repeatedly with his sword until it disappeared in a poof, leaving behind a puddle of black poison. While Cassie was dealing with the first demon, Ayesha didn't wait for the other demons to notice her. She lunged at the third demon, wrapped her legs around its middle and plunged one of her knives into one of its toadlike eyes. The blade sizzled where it sank into the eyeball. Wailing in pain, the demon staggered around, Ayesha clinging to its back, and fell, pinning her to the floor.

Even if she died, she would die along with him. However, she was just an ordinary person who knew nothing about martial arts. Even with the protection of some inscriptions left by Ding Hao, she couldn't resist such a terrible attack. The huge red Demon Aura pillar could turn her into a pile of bones in an instant... Right at this moment— "Get away!" With a shout, a figure wrapped in flames suddenly flew out. With the cry of the phoenix, six or seven phoenixes in flames flew through the sky, and a magnificent and irresistible force came out, striking the red Demon Aura pillars. With successive rumbles, the extremely horrible Demon Aura pillars finally collapsed.

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

I gasped, spinning around as a cold dread settled in my stomach. ​Leo and Liam were standing perfectly still in front of a massive, black-glass pillar at the center of the hall. Unlike the others, this one didn't show a warrior. It showed a Double-Helix made of pure Gold and Silver light, twisting in a slow, agonizing dance that looked less like life and more like a struggle.

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

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.

he reminded her reassuringly. “I'm not human,” she said; a weird, hollow note to her voice. “Then what am I?” “You're a cambion,” Paoli said simply. She scowled at him, unfamiliar with the term. “A cambion,” he explained. “Is what Lillu is. A mixture of human and demon blood. They're like snowflakes, with no two alike.” He said it like it should be a source of pride. “You're saying I'm half demon?” she demanded incredulously.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

‘No matter what he says’ the three guardians councelled, ‘don’t talk back at him, never’ It was then that the men discovered that the earthquake was a voice actually. The ground before them lifted and presented to them the judge-the god of violence. His hands were tied to two pillars by the dint of very monstrous chains whih seethed and cooled. He, himself, was made of brine so that when he raised his voice with demonic indignation and bared his mouth in a snarl, one was sure to see and feel and dread him. He was every inch mad and furious and violent. Now as he spoke, the pillars astride him shook. And beside those pillars were giant gargoyles that stood to his beck and call.