Doma Demon Slayer Fanart Novels & Stories

Dominic doesn’t think as he runs toward where Seraphina is fighting a Vampire and Werewolf tag team. Seraphina knocks out the Vampire and turns just in time to scream as she sees a Demon step in front of Dominic’s path and slide something into his chest. She feels the stabbing pain as if it were her own, as the Demon had just missed Dominic’s heart. She screams again as she watches along with feels as the Demon removes what she can only make to be a dagger from Dominic’s chest, and as Dominic tries to move forward the Demon moves quickly stepping behind him and slicing the dagger across his throat before letting him go and allowing him to slide in what seemed to be slow motion to the ground.

With a hideous and terrifying expression, the Divine Holy Emperor grinned and said, “I’m sure you didn’t expect this, Thea.” Thea looked at the Divine Holy Emperor that was emanating Demonic Energy. She snorted and said coldly, “I never expected you to be a Demon Race’s Fang. On top of that, you also practice Demonic Art.” The Divine Holy Emperor said smilingly, “I’m impressed by you too, Thea. I heard that those who consumed the blood of the Four Holy Beasts would have Demonic Energy in their body. Let’s compare our Demonic Energies today and see who’s better.”

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

He was insatiable, claiming her until she was too raw to cry, too exhausted to fight, and too desperately wired to resist the dark, consuming intensity of his relentless possession. He pulled back and made her face him with that evil calculating glint in his red rimmed eyes, sweat glistening on his face and body. He thrusted into her again as he picked up the sharp, pointed pen knife he had used to cut the strap of her silk gown, and he carved onto her body just slightly above her right breast — his name — "DAMON". Shefali screamed in agony. He thrusted into her harder as he carved each letter of his name. By the time he was finished, he climaxed with a satisfied smile and caressed his artwo

Damon then came down and turned back to Cynthia . "This is my reality Cynthia ." Damon said coldly . " You ... you won't hurt ... me ...would you ? " asked Cynthia stuttering . " No no .. i can't even think of that .. don't be scared ." said Damon rubbing Cynthia's cheek with love . Cynthia hugged Damon and Damon hugged her back with his shivering his hands . "You would hate me now won't you ?" asked Damon sadly . " No Damon never ." replied Cynthia . " Cynthia I am a demonic creature , you know what that means , don't you ?" asked Damon shocked .

I asked, surprised. He nearly choked on his drink and set it down, clearing his throat. "How did you know?” “Your shirt rose up.” I tilted my head, eyes catching his. “What kind of tattoo? Let me see clearly.” Doman hesitated. His discomfort was obvious, but after a while he lifted the fabric to reveal the ink. It was a gun and skull sprawled across his stomach."I got this for fun. Nothing serious,” he said quickly. I shrugged, though inside my pulse quickened. Tattoos didn’t scare me, i worked for a mafia lord for three years. But Doman’s tattoo wasn’t just a mark, it was a warning. And yet, instead of fear, I felt a strange pull toward him.

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.

His eyes moved slowly over my body as if he were studying a masterpiece he had never seen before. I was wearing a black silk dress that flowed softly over my curves. I cleared my throat. “Axel?” His gaze finally lifted to mine. “Let’s sit.” We walked to a table and sat across from each other. “You chose the mind.” I swallowed, remembering his question from earlier. What will you give me? Your mind… or your body? I adjusted the cloth napkin on my lap. “Yes. Does that surprise you?” “It’s a dangerous move, Crystal.” I smiled faintly. “It’s the least dangerous one.”

A few months go by, my children grow beautifully, Annabelle an incubus for sure, Damon still just two bumps only, that we believe are horns to be grown. Dracono seems a bit worried about Damon and decides to take him to a special healer without my consent. I find out from Dark what Dracono is doing and I rush to stop him. I arrive at the cottage where the healer is living and barge in so I can take my boy home. The old lady grabs me by my hand and I start having a powerful vision of Damon being the devil himself. So powerful, with gigantic black wings, surrounded by fire, ruling over the kingdom of Minotaurs.