Demon Slayer Yahaba นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening. Without hesitation, El-Kharis stepped in front of her, pulling her protectively behind him. His eyes narrowed, and his tone was sharp as he demanded, "What brings you here?" The lead water demon, a figure with shimmering, almost translucent skin and eyes that looked like whirlpools, bowed respectfully before speaking. "My Lord, the Water Council has summoned you... and your mate," he said, his gaze flickering briefly to Esteria. The way he said "mate" made Esteria's cheeks flush, though she tried to hide it behind El-Kharis's broad frame.

However, Syla's visions hinted at a new threat looming on the horizon. In her vision she sees a baby demon, lying in Kayla's den within Xibalba It is two maybe three, a toddler still, *Who's child is this?* as Syla shows Rryan her vision. Rryan turns to Camazotz with the vision. He has the demon child brought to him, and asks everyone there "Who knows of this child?" only one comes forward, she looks like an old wrinkled hag with horns. "His name is Marcus, but she called him Shade."

"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?"

Five minutes before the allocated time of Alice and Demon Lord Yael's meetup, Yael gathered the ten demon generals and left his castle towards the outside gate. "How's the preparation?" Yael asked his generals. Yael is now the leader of all the demons and the goblins. With all the majority votes, Yael got the title of the new Demon Lord. And with full authority, he turned all the goblins into demons with the use of the black diamond and two orbs of death. Now, his forces continue growing. Although their power was still limited, it’s not a hindrance to their evil plans. "It's ready, my Lord." Damon (First Demon General) answered with a devilish grin.

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

The templar raised his hand, and something big, round, and shiny flashed there. “Tahharn!” Pain pierced my body, tying it in knots, overwhelming me, making my eyes pop in agony. If I were human, I wouldn’t have been able to even think. Yet, my demonic part quickly helped me get to my feet. I couldn’t change shape, it was too painful, yet... The templars were standing in a circle, surrounding the bed, Liana was sobbing behind their backs. Oh, I will get you, just you wait, you traitorous bitch!

Thousands of soldiers from Yarroland's army were hidden in the forest as well. Although thermal weapons couldn't truly harm a Warrior at the Soul Awakening stage, they would be a distraction. Any slip-up in a battle between experts could mean the difference between life and death. "Sebastian!" Alain roared from among the crowd. What happened next shocked everyone. Alain's snow-white hair was turning black rapidly, and his white robe was slowly transforming into an obsidian suit of armor. Everyone there thought of a name at the same time—the Demon Slayer. Decades ago, the Demon Slayer had slaughtered all the inhabitants in countless villages in Yarroland. He was also the most mysterious entit

He wore a long black robe of a grand demon smith that trailed along the floor, his snow-white hair cascading over it. Behind him followed a woman with violet hair. The Aesir were already known for their pale complexion, but hers was so pale it was almost translucent. Coupled with her violet pupils and an exquisitely beautiful yet detached expression, she seemed less like a living person and more like a goddess statue carved from amethyst and white crystal. From the hushed whispers around me, I learned that this woman was Yul, a young demon smith whom Magni greatly valued. Yul wore a long demon smith’s dress that reached her ankles, slit high up to the thigh. As she walked, the hem swayed lig

Not while we slid through the darkness. My demon welcomed the touch of the Node, the source of balance on Demonicon, and I paused one moment to embrace the warmth of its power as it drew me close, the tang of my demon grandmother's soul alive and well. Ahbi's power wished me well before the veil tore once again and we were free. ***

"Lord Yama" I inhaled sharply at that. Lord Yama was the demon of Hindu mythology. According to their religion, he was the guardian of naarak (known as hell). During one of the Balls, we hit it off and managed to know each other. Sometimes he had the reputation of being overdramatic and annoy people around him. Leo chuckled quickly covering it up with a laugh. He knew about the love-hate relationship I shared with Yama. "What did he want?" Dean cleared his throat, "My lord he wants to visit Hell"