Demon Slayer Theme の小説・ストーリー

He smiled at her and stepped closer to her, pulling her head to him he held it against his stomach, stroking her hair. “Breathe, baby girl.” The ring of salt blazed suddenly with blue fire and the floor within the pentagram sigil seemed to fall and crumble away leaving a gaping hole to the fiery pits of the Demon Realm, a staircase leading down, leaving a narrow two foot ledge within the blue fire ring of protection. A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle.

It was only a matter of time before they started getting attacked by the other clans. The shadow-spirits were creatures who fed on chaos and doom. They were also lesser demons who, from time to time, needed to possess a human's body for rejuvenation. Survival was at first easy for them; they occasionally caused chaos between the other clans, but as time moved on, it became harder. Because, how do you cause doom to already doomed, lifeless, creatures? With no humans to possess or bother, it wasn't long before they were lying lifeless all around the scape.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

The remaining lady ninja thought as she turned around to look at the assassin who turned to look at her at the same moment. Dark Shadows started coming out from every corner of the dark room as they surrounded Demon. "I am not just a Ninja, I am a Shadow Samurai." Demon said as some shadows went to his hand forming a ball and he raised his hand up, ready to throw the dark shadow ball at her. "All these wouldn't have happened if you and your sister had just listened and run like I told you to. Too late for that now Ninja." He added his silver eyes shiny. The ninja was losing blood and she wondered why the King and the guards hadn't showed up yet.

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

Because, if her mom was alive, she was going to find her. For now, her path was clear. It was time to switch mind sets and totally commit, to block out everything else and just focus on one thing. With her eyes on the sliver of moon, Josephina McReynolds morphed from Vampire Hunter to Queen Catcher.

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

"Call the blood. Call the divine. Let them try you now, little goddess." I straightened, meeting Thessaly’s gaze. “I want death traps woven into the very air. I want divine level shielding. I want them bleeding before they get within fifty fuckin’ feet.” Thessaly grinned. “Then we need blood. Yours. Your mates. Even the demon.” I didn’t flinch. “Done. Gather everyone. I’ll get them ready.”

Wilbur and Loja both stepped back, eyeing each other intently. Loja smiled faintly as he lifted his demon-subduing pestle, and a buzzing sound started to spread while the chants still echoed in the skies. In front of him, a five-meter-tall demon slayer appeared. It was also wielding a pestle as it charged at Wilbur. The onlookers could not help but cheer. Loja sure was impressive. He managed to summon a protector so easily. He truly was the strongest in Shia. At that moment, Wilbur swung his halberd, engaging the demon slayer.