Demon Slayer Sekido Novels & Stories

he muttered, and crawled forward. A boy stared up through the emergency hatch—acne, braces, eyes like coins and waved. Scott waved back at him, and a girl beside him clutched a plush koala and didn’t blink. “kid’s it’s o.k. I am one of the good guys.” Scott climbed onto his knees as he pulled himself onto the top of the coach. He unsheathed his sword from the towel, unwinding it. Demonslayer slid into his hand with Familiar weight and balance. He twirled the claymore with his right hand.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, so smooth without blisters, and he was even a student. He was no one, sixty years before he was born, in a body that wasn't his. And the Demon king, the one he killed, was still alive, walking around somewhere in this timeline, young, healthy and free. And he had not yet became the monster he killed. His mind was still spiraling, then a knock jolted him out. “Lysan, the combat exams start in about ten minutes, are you ready yet?” Another male voice came through from behind the door.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

“This is why I hate people. They are nothing but annoying useless tools that get in my way.” Vixen grumbled out angrily, sitting me down in a seat. She plopped down beside me, giving me a glance. “You seem different, though. Your soul is pure yet you’ve been through some shit. Like bad shit.”

Had they even lent Desmond a sacred weapon just for him to get revenge? … "Mr. Sonner, don't you think you're indulging Desmond too much? The Silverdrake Soul Reaper is a sacred weapon that the sect cherishes greatly. What if something happens? What will we say to the sect leader?" A middle-aged man in a black robe looked at William in confusion. "Do you think I'm indulging him?" William laughed coldly and shook his head slightly. "Desmond is from the secular world and doesn't belong to this region. Why would I show him favor?"

Kenji, who had squatted in front of Shuji, slapped his head lightly. “You’ll find out who I am if you let me explain instead of interrupting!” Kenji scolded him. “Who… HOW DARE YOU! I’ll—” “Listen to me first!” Kenji slapped him again, harder this time, and Shuji finally fell silent. “Let me introduce myself. I’m a Shinigami—a death god who’s here to take your life.” Kenji wasn’t about to actually give his real name. Shuji, who had been panicking, now began to tremble in fear. Kenji’s calm, serious voice made him believe it.

James drew his Judgment Scythe and killed the elderly powerhouse who had dropped to the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank. Salach screamed in horror, “I’m the young master of the Behaterm Sect! My dad is a powerhouse at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation! If you kill me, he will never forgive you guys.” James slowly walked over under everyone’s gazes. “You’ve seen something you shouldn’t have. Only the dead can keep secrets, especially those without a chance to be reincarnated.” After speaking, James slashed at Salach’s neck.

“Let me answer for my master. “To put it simply, this person's name is Azul Feather, and he’s from the Feather family of the level 9 civilization, Leila. He was seriously injured and hunted down more than a million years ago. So, he fled to Star Kingdom and fell into a deep sleep. His four slaves then founded the Iridescent Sect to collect female disciples of various physiques and train them to get to Sacred Saint Rank so they could become sacrifices for this person's awakening. Now, he has accumulated enough sacrifices, so he’s awake. It’s as simple as that.”

6 days later Capital Daemonum Regnum, Demon Kingdom It was a cold - icy dark night, the moon was as grand and bright as ever, the storm petrels, Hydrobatidaes were on their nests, there was no omen of death; the waters were frozen, everything was engulfed with fresh snow. Something freakish was seen among all — two figures stared vacantly at the Demon King villa from quite a far unascertained distance, standing on a cliff. One of them said to the other in a vulgar tone, " So... What? ... We the strongest fighters from the whole Human Empire are sent here to defeat a lousy, bastard Demon King on this cold night — it is snowing also, are they considering us rapscallions? What fiddlesticks! " T

Only his eyes shone with divine fire that blinked beneath the cloak. Takahashi entered the hall after kneeling three times and bowing nine times in a row, as required by formal etiquette. “What’s the matter?” asked a hoarse voice soon after. “Grand Priest, I’ve come to report the situation. The Celestial Empire’s Demigod has arrived at Fukuoka’s Sacred Mountain. I’ve dispatched someone to assist the Shindo Order. His goal must be the secret key.” The hoarse voice grunted in acknowledgement. Finally, he replied, “I see.” After that, he didn’t say anything else.