Demon Slayer Template Novels & Stories

in his soul. "You think your 'Love' is unique, Silas Blackwood?" the Eye boomed, its voice a rhythmic, grinding vibration that made the golden ocean churn. "It is just another data-point. We have a million versions of your 'Redemption'. We have a billion versions of your 'Rejection'. You are not a miracle; you are a 'Template'!" "Then I'm the 'Template' that finally learned to say 'No'!" Silas roared back, his voice amplified by the "Twin Frequency" of his son.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

Flashback I saw monks. Monks in white robes in a library, reading aloud from a passage. " The demon mate fated for the Lunar Dynamis will come from the direct bloodline of The Demon Lord. He can be killed directly, by ingesting the blood of the Lunar Dynamis on the Blood Moon, when her blood has finished transitioning into what it is meant to be. Half Demon, Half Angel, yet the best of both, although it is known that angel blood and demon do not mix. To her demon mate, her specific angel blood will be a poison, and will for sure result in death for the demon.".

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

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.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

On the other hand, lower demons always had a ravenous appetite. That was how they replenished their strength. “Are you coming?” “Give me ten minutes.” In the meantime, I took a walk across the clearing and took a handkerchief out of my pocket, drenching it in the blood of the scarred templar. I’ll summon you later, and we’ll have a talk. The road back took just twenty minutes. Naturally, nobody had noticed my absence. I put all my trophies together with the demon’s remains and lay down on my bedroll.

Boom! Demon-slain Finger hit the blood shield. In an instant, the entire Starry Sky Platform collapsed. The stars shook as if they would fall. The blood shield was smashed into pieces, like a heavenly river pouring down. Surging blood rolled out, swept across the starry sky, and disappeared without a trace. "Ah..." Third Blood Supremacy roared madly, and the Demon-slain Finger hit him. The Demon-slain Finger exploded, and a terrible storm swept through the starry sky. Endless blood mist spread out and covered a radius of tens of thousands of meters.

Temujin echoed. “Oh, the bodies of brown Slayers are covered in tattoos of various land animals. But each brown Slayer has the tattoo of a unique spirit animal that they can transform into.” “Incredible,” Temujin muttered. “Right?” Sasha said. “All we can do is imitate some animal stances but a brown Slayer can shape-shift into an actual animal.” “Says the Slayer,” Aki said, “who has a 30-meter-long dragon inside him.”

''AN INSTANT'' Lisa: What are you trying to say? Murea: We used to think that the only way to kill a Demon Lord is by having other beings who can stand up to him and bring him to an end. But that was wrong. There is actually another way. And that is… the complete consumption of one's 'life force' and 'spiritual energy'. Kiri: Complete consumption?