Demon Slayer Template Novels & Stories

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Adryan build his courage and yelling at the man. The man turn around towards Adryan then he just looking at Adryan until suddenly, Adryan just flew away to the wall. Adryan groaning weakly. Harley and Howard who just arrived heard some noise coming from inside the house. They running fast into the house and seem shocked with the thing that they see. They’re back. “ You demon! Back to the hell, ” Harley throw some dust toward the man who is actually a demon. The man shouting in pain and then disappeared into the thin air.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

Damon gave a warrior's shout as he sliced through flesh and bone with two long swords so swiftly and fast that the sound could be heard but his hands movement unseen to the eyes. Like an elegant orchestra he manipulated his way through his enemies. Demons upon demons kept falling at his side in their numbers as he kept on dealing deadly blows like he was born to do this- kill. Demons ain't easy creatures to kill but Damon was making it look so easy and that's because he knew the right spot to aim at which he had his teacher and cousin, Roshan to thank for. Roshan has been training Damon in the ways of the sword and how to kill demons since Damon was but a child and now only 17 years of age D

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.

“This is where your progress during the Demon Hunter Trials will be recorded. The leaderboard contains everything you need to know. It will be synced to your tracker at all times and within all realms. Lose it and you will be disqualified, effective immediately.” “There are five kinds of demons in total, each ranked from lowest to highest,” Aamon continues, still pacing with his hands behind his back. “The first level are known as fledglings. These demons are not very powerful and can be disposed of with weapons. The second level, however, is resistant to weapons, even silver bullets and blades, and must be eradicated using magical items.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE PITS YOU RAN TO, KAEDEN VANE. YOU’VE BROUGHT YOUR SOUL TO A SLAUGHTERHOUSE.” I shake my head, my teeth gritting so hard I fear they’ll shatter. "Get out of my head!" “YOUR DEATH WILL BE SLOW AND PAINFUL” The air becomes darker and I realise that the shadows have slightly materialised. I can see sketches of the demons in my peripheral vision, their grey, elongated limbs with too many joints, fingers that end in hooked, obsidian talons. They are slithering along the ceiling, cackling and hissing at me.