Demon Slayer Settings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I didn’t consider that. Sorry. Please hold out your arm.” Clara held out her left arm. It was perfectly unscathed, with no cut marks. The old cigarette burns from her bullies weren’t there either. It was a nice sight. She looked up to see the demon pulling out a knife from his cloak and knew her arm wasn’t going to be unscathed for long. He slashed his arm and held it over her arm with the blood dripping down. “I’m going to cut your arm now, you can close your eyes if you like,” he announced. “This part is the bonding ritual.”

A fiery trail followed his finger. To move to another world without being summoned, a half-demon would need at least forty sacrifices. Maybe less, but then you wouldn’t be able to maintain the vector. Now, look at the formulae and the parameters: speed, direction, accuracy, safety... I didn’t get a good night’s sleep, but the night was very productive. In the morning, Argadon left, taking the assassin with him, and I went to the barracks, in a very appropriate mood: sleepy, but content.

He watched as the people around Ursula’s water dome began chanting “Mur-der-rer” He heard the creature laugh as it was burnt to a crisp leaving a huge humanoid mark on the bleachers. The people were also burnt to ashes as he watched them try to walk towards him. Ursula’s dome on the other hand had evaporated due to the head but she was left unharmed. Unable to do anything, Lyon froze as his chin rested on Metoki’s shoulder. Metoki’s head slowly turned towards him and whispered. “Everyone knows your a murderer” Lyon jumped back creating distance between the two of them. It was only a few minutes but everyone in the vicinity was either burnt to ashes or were already dead on the floor. Lyon cle

Mia stood close to him, holding the little dagger the sorcerer had given her. With a deep breath, Mia took the lead, stepping cautiously into the room. The low lighting and flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was suffused with an otherworldly energy, prickling at their skin as they ventured deeper. Heartman followed closely behind Mia, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never thought about this before jumping into it, but now it was too late because Mia's mind was made up. As they neared the center of the room, Mia and Heartman discovered the main altar, a grotesque structure adorned with esoteric symbols and surrounded by charred remains. This

Silas could feel Chastity's determination, an unyielding spirit that mirrored the ferocity of the Lycan within. Dylan, now an ancient vampire with power eclipsing his previous form, unleashed a torrent of dark energy. The demonic aura enveloped him as he lunged at Chastity with newfound ferocity. The battlefield quivered with the clash of titans, and the moon bore witness to a struggle that transcended the boundaries of supernatural conflict.

“Just don’t make me feel less. Don’t shut me out.” “I never would,” I whisper, leaning into his chest. “I love you.” Just then, Demon appears. The shadow of his body covers the terrace. He’s barefoot, wearing a smile that isn’t a smile, with that dark gleam in his eyes that always turns me on and ruins me. “Am I interrupting the romantic moment?” he asks, not even waiting for an answer. “I have a proposal.” John tenses beside me. I straighten up. “I’m tired of competing,” Demon says, looking at us both. “So let’s make this more… interesting. Twenty-four hours. Each day, one of us has her. The other watches. No jealousy. No interruptions. And she… accepts the rules. All of them.”

she uttered while slashing the knife at the Demons round-up around her. With every cut of the knife, the Eidolons started going back to powder of ashes before disappearing. They don’t die, they simply went back to the dimension they belong. But regular Demons bleed thin blood like green poison, and some bleed silver or black. She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires.

’ Layla slid her right leg on the ground to gain the momentum she needed to turn to the other side. She was praising the toughness of her boots as she didn’t feel any pain when sliding although the hand she used to support herself when she fell started to swell. Layla took the chance to pull the dagger she hid on her ankle before running like there was no tomorrow waiting for her. Well, it was half the truth since her life would go back or maybe worse to what it was like a few days ago. She could live with the moody demon in the mansion but not with humans who treated their kind like insects. In the world she lived in, the god is called power and those who were weak could only be lower subje

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

I had no plan, but for now, do not lose consciousness. The metallic taste of blood rushed to my mouth and I spat out a thick clot of it. Wiping my mouth, I turned around, trying to lock onto Cross with my blurred sight. Shit. Seth and Lilith got the easy way out. Beheading. They weren't dead. Beheading never killed a demon, it just put them to sleep. I wiped my eyes again, waiting for the right time to leap into the air again. “Oh hell will rejoice over this one. He smells so strong and good too,” Valkar went on. “Me and you can share before taking him back-”