Demon Slayer Reacts Novels & Stories

"Poor me, I came here to try to save the world and this is how the world would pay for my dedicated patriotism. Such a shame, don't you both think so?" Both man and demon remained silent. But a prideful demon like Andro would not forever bow down to a human. "Let me go and I will forget this behaivor! I will let you live!" Elena's smile snapped as her purple eyes glowed. Slash. "What are you doing..." Before Andro could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized that his vision had turned upside down. Thud. With a sickening thud, Andro's head rolled across the blood-soaked ground, his eyes wide with disbelief and a lingering flicker of rage. Silence descended, heavy and oppressive, broken on

“A man will say and do anything when he wants to get into a woman’s panties, Papillon. You’re just too stupid to realize that. I wanted to fuck you, and I did. There is nothing more.” I shook my head violently, covering my ears as the harsh reality threatened to break my sanity. “That’s not true! It’s not true! Tell me it’s a lie, Demon! Please!” “It is true. You already know I don’t lie. To me, you’re just another Jade.” My soul collapsed. Before my brain could even register the movement, my hand flew through the air and connected with his face. The loud slap echoed through the room. Demon didn’t flinch. He slowly raised his hand, touching his reddening cheek, but his dark eyes remained ent

"Stop staring. I am not dead. My Demon King is powerful. I am delighted, not dying." Then I kissed his jaw in front of everyone. The court nearly lost its collective mind. For the first time, they saw someone look at Lucien with desire instead of terror. Even more shocking, they saw the Demon King blush. Lucien cleared his throat, obviously unused to being handled. "Dismiss them," he ordered. "The consorts may all go." The girls nearly wept with relief. Many looked at me as if I had saved their lives. In the corner, Elodie watched with pure jealousy.

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

She knows it is blood just from the context, since instead of red, the thick, smelly liquid is almost identical to tar. "Sam!" She shouts, desperate and afraid that he is seriously injured. The fire-colored slit demon stares at her. It was so weird to associate that horror movie-worthy monster with the handsome man from mere minutes ago. The voice coming out of the deformed throat is also equally fearsome, like thunder and earthquakes. "Don't come any closer!" "You're hurt!" The other demon, the one with yellow slits, seems puzzled by the girl's concern. Sam once again shouts: "Stay away!"

“I went through a thorn bush.” “Why’d you do that?” I raise my eyebrows. “I’m a masochist, I guess.” “Really?” He gives me a cocky grin, flashing his fangs. “You should have told me sooner. You know I like to bi—” “Demon!” I interrupt and bring my arm up to throw another energy ball. Lucas whirls around. The energy ball hits the demon in the chest, but like the others, it tries to fight through it. Lucas tips his head, watching with the same expression I had when I first saw the demon not die. Then he zooms forward and snaps the demon’s neck, twisting it around until it almost comes clean off.

In contrast to Litiana who was seriously injured because she only focused on attack rather than defense. "Aghh... ! S-- kit! It's... so sad." The demon screamed hysterically as its skin blistered and melted horribly, as if it had been hit by a chemical liquid. Looks very disgusting. The transparent black shield gave Felen access to see outside, and he hoped not to witness the traumatic sight. He covered his mouth with his palm. The churning of his stomach was excruciating, but Felen refrained from spitting out his guts. Even though she was unsteady, the girl stood up straight again and immediately finished what she started.

“That’s not happening.” The creature didn’t react. “Your refusal is irrelevant.” That— That was enough. Damon moved. Fast. Violent. Decisive. His fist collided with the creature’s chest— And for a second— Nothing happened. Then— The force hit. The creature slid back a step. Just one. But it didn’t fall. Didn’t break. Didn’t react like it should have. Instead— It looked at Damon. Properly this time. “You are the variable.”

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

It reacted with supernatural swiftness, catching Ralph's sword mid-air with a clawed hand, a sadistic smile playing upon its blood-red face. Undeterred, Ralph swiftly shifted his grip to his left hand and struck with relentless precision, slashing at the demon's waist. Crimson blood spattered the floor, a stark reminder of the brutality of their encounter. However, to Ralph's dismay, the demon's wound healed almost instantaneously, his flesh mending itself before his very eyes. Shock and frustration coursed through Ralph's veins, his eyes widening in disbelief.