Demon Slayer Roleplay Novels & Stories

When he was ready to speak, he looked up at her. "I am a demon, as you already know. Demons come from hell. I wasn't sent on an assignment or anything. Contrary to what you think, I am here because I...because I want to be here. This world helps me to be everything that I've always wanted to be, free and my own person. As the first son of the devil, I am responsible for overseeing the affairs of my fellow demons on this planet." The more he spoke, the more her eyes narrowed on him. Klaus moved away from the wall and started to walk back to his couch. He settled into it and leaned forward, placing both his elbows on each of his thighs respectively.

Just like her expectations, her hand passed through the person she touched. "It's time to kill the Demons once and for all, the Demon Lord is already Poisoned by us!. We need to take advantage of the situation!". [Darla: Huh?. What's that about?]. She thought as she still focused on what was going on. She was trying her best to understand what was going on so as not to disappoint the others waiting for her return. "Poisoned?. Demon Lord?". She muttered before taking a step even further than before.

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.

- Next, I say, a demon is a man of power, so this is Sherman. - My God. Tsuki got up. – I'm not a demon, but I'm a representative, besides that, I did account and I'm the mediator, I'm the one who reads the files and sends with contacts each of the demons that are my partners or work with my godfather. - Tsuki said, getting up, walking around the table, between that court, then he turned around and spoke.

He took a step forward and I took one back until my back hit the wall barely leaving any space between us. His eyes bore into mine, “Then tell me.” “You are the Demon wolf.” “And yet you dare to defy me?” His tone was almost playful, but there was an edge to it that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Yes,” I swallowed hard. “I dare.” The room seemed to hold its breath. The men who had come with Carmine looked at me as if I had grown a second head. No one defied Carmine Moreno and lived to tell the tale. But here I was, standing my ground, defying the Demon Wolf.

[status] Species: Lesser Demon(18/20){Uncommon} Title: Dragon slayer {Dragon slayer: Deal more damage to creatures of the Dragon race] Elements: None Class:None Exp:560/1000 HP:300 CON: 28 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:143 DEX:27 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:54 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 110 INT:22 (1INT= 5MP) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(R), Enhanced(R), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite)] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

she pleaded and cough out pretending to be ill Samael’s eyes pop out in shock at her request, he look horror-stricken as her voice finds its way into his ears, he can’t believe she would dare to ask him such request like he’s some lowly demon or an animal spirit “I am the lord of all demons, beasts and all creatures of the….” He was saying then stopped and sigh out loud in frustration, the marriage with this human seems more arduous than he assume it to be “What do you human drink to heal up?” he asked “What will you drink?” she asked teasingly “Blood energy from beasts will…” Samael stops again realizing what he’s saying, he just almost spill it out to the human female Shaina look puzzled a

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”