Demon Slayer Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Their children’s struggles with illness gnawed at her soul, and anger surged up from deep within her. Without warning, her hand flew up and struck his cheek with a sharp “Slap!” The sound echoed through the room, leaving a tingling silence in its wake. Daimon didn’t flinch, his head merely turning with the force of the blow. Slowly, he brought his gaze back to hers, his eyes dark and inscrutable. Daimon licked the inside of his cheek, pushing against the numbness as he whispered in a low, gravelly voice, “Is that enough? Or do you want to try the other side too?”

“I’ll sleep outside, on the floor, on the sofa. Everywhere. Just not here.” Daemon leaped from the bed to stop her from opening the door. “Get out of my way,” she grumbled. “I’ll hit you again.” But Daemon just smiled amusedly. “Go on.” He offered his cheek to her. "Do it." She gathered her hand into a fist and prepared herself to blow his face. The punch became a slap on Daemon's face instead. She was shocked to see him just accepting what she did. There's no anger she can sense. He just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly even when his other face is red from her slap.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him and peeked out of the bush only to be face to face with a red-faced demon, "Hello there dear~" she grinned wildly. I turned around and kicked the nurse in the face hard-I have some awesome fucking reflects! - I thought until the demon got up and Damien dragged me out into the open. "Remember not near me, ok?" I breathed and nodded "why would I wanna hurt you? ~" I said sarcastically "don't Wanna ruin your cute long hair~"

Laura lay there, her head bandaged, her face serene in sleep. Elena couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the woman who had always seemed so unyielding, now vulnerable and helpless in her hospital bed. "Damon?" she called softly, but he didn't respond. "I'm so sorry." Damon rose slowly, his gaze piercing Elena's with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't decipher his thoughts as he approached her, his steps deliberate and menacing. Suddenly: Slap! The force of Damon's slap reverberated through Elena's skull, sending a shockwave of pain rippling across her face. She staggered, fighting to maintain her balance against the door to prevent herself from collapsing to

She welcomed the challenge. Steels clashed as sparks lit the air. Serephina ducked a wide swing, kicking one demon’s back into the wall. Her movements were violent and very silent. The third demon lunged, but she slashed his wrist, spun, and sliced his throat. The fourth demon – the one with the weak heart literally pissed in his pants. He got down on his knees pleading for mercy from the Shadow Siren. He already knew he had no chance of surviving from her. "Don't kill me," he pleaded, his knees on the ground. The girls had run away, and the streets were already empty.

My fist glows and I uppercut her. Fist of the shard: Railgun. She shoots into the air, and I follow suit. She stops mid-air and hurls back downward. I can sense a black miasma around her now. A huge black hand appears beside her and shoots towards me. I slash it in half, but it reforms into ropes and bind me. A purple sigil is in front of her now and I watch as she passes through it, totally transforming. Clad in black armour, and brandishing a huge blade, I recognize the familiar demon magic. “Possession”, I say as she fires a blast of hellfire at me. My dome blocks the fire, but not for long. I tear off the binds and release my second shard level. I dodge the burst of flames and fly at her

He confronts Damon, his voice laced with incredulity and contempt. "How dare you, Damon? How the hell could you stoop so low?" Asher's voice trembles with a mix of anger and disbelief. His eyes bore into his brother's, radiating a profound sense of disappointment and disgust. In that moment, Damon is reduced to a reviled creature, akin to a repugnant slug slithering along a rain-soaked footpath.

“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.

This time, she completely lost it and ran straight to her bed like some cornered animal, clawing at the sheets, at the wall, at anything she could get her hands on to stop the pain that she was feeling. I stood there watching her with this strange kind of satisfaction bubbling inside me. I was actually happy because I had the upper hand in this ugly situation. Seraya told me that the demon hated salt but I just realized that the hate was worse, way worse, when the salt touched its face. It wasn't just burning it, it was also torturing it and that gave me power over it.