Demon Slayer Roleplay Novels & Stories

“I haven’t asked permission.” Jo’s eyebrows arched as she considered what she was hearing. “But… you’re a Vampire. Since when do Vampires ask permission for… anything?” “I’m a Souled Vampire,” he corrected, not angrily but sternly enough to get the point across. “We are not like other Vampires. You should know that by now.” “Granted. I’m sorry--I didn’t mean any offense. I was just thinking, if you could see what’s going on in Cassidy’s mind, maybe we’d get an indication as to whether or not this plan to get behind the shield was working or not.”

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

She grins. "Thank you, and I'm sorry." I should say sorry. "Don't be. Sure it hurt them saying it was done but I knew from the start I was never destined to stay with them. Anyway, as for Demitri, he loves his roleplay." She walks back handing me an outfit. "I doubt it will work, but thank you." I smile at her. "It will, it will work better if they are alone. Together they will fight it more because the others agreed not to touch. Also, their dungeon, go in there and grab out a leather collar, wear it." She smiles and I don't trust it.

She not seeing me laughing or changing my words frowned. "Are you for real? Ain't you supposed to be like a hundred years? Oh you are a lycan. Lycans age slowly but you don't look demonic or is there an exaggeration on the history?" She asked looking at me. " I am a demon girl and I don't hide it" I told her baldly.

She wanted no communication not to talk of exchange of pleasantries between her and the human, it was better if he felt he was not only mute but also dumb. "I'm sorry, I think you can heat but not speak… let's do it this way… nod twice if you can hear me" he says. Setsuna could not believe the image forming between her eyes, she… a demon slayer, a dragon slayer, a beat slayer… Setsuna , who plays other gods who crossed her path or dared to disrespect her, was taking orders from a young filthy human. Is this what her life has reduced to?" She asks herself, regretting the moment she had left her husband to wallow around and end up in this situation.

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

Kaelan leapt into the fray, landing atop a hulking demon and ripping its throat out in a spray of black ichor, while Tharion’s powerful jaws clamped down on another’s spine, snapping it with a sickening crack. But for every demon they felled, two more seemed to take its place. The ground beneath them was slick with blood and ash, their fur matted, their sides heaving as the relentless horde pressed in. Her breath caught when she saw Sheila. The witch’s body lay crumpled on the battlefield, lifeless eyes staring up at the smoke-choked sky. Demons trampled over her without hesitation, their claws raking across her as if she were nothing more than debris. A strangled sound built in Jaiyana’s th

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

He halted and bit his lip. “Do you like me, General?” Kat gave him a languid smile. He glared at her. “You’re lucky the most powerful vampire ever known has clearly laid claim to you.” He growled. “Most powerful…I guess that’s why he managed to…” Kat saw the General’s eyes darkened in want. “Do you think you could handle me?” Kat stood up and sat down in the chair again with an amused smile. “I am favourite of Demon Lord Basille, one of the nine overlords in the Demon Realm…how do you think I am expected to behave for him?”