Douma Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"I'm going to rip you limb from limb dog." Victoria used the distraction, bolting to her feet and running for the door. Ivan was in front of her in a heartbeat. He back handed her, sending her crashing against a wall. Her vision blurred and she tasted blood in her mouth. She managed to pull herself back to her feet, leaning against a window. Outside she saw a flash of pink. No way! The witch Chloe shot an explosion of black flames from her palm into a group of fiery demons. Everywhere blue flames and explosions lit up the night sky. Nicholas caught her eye, slicing through demons with a bloody grin on his face.

“It looks like the opposite to me.” He had no idea what a Dema was, but regardless of everything, he still saw no reason why anyone should be murdered this way. Nimah’s eyes were closed. She was knocked out before being brought here. To the very place, their kind met with the great one, who bestowed upon them the powers. According to Damon’s Father, the founder of the Dema kind had saved a supernatural being that was one day in distress and so much pain, and in return, the being of beyond asked that he ask for anything. Gamba requested that he be powerful, unique, and untouchable, and it was so.

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

"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?"

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.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

She wanted to completely destroy the reflective object but she was disturbed by a sudden knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," she turned around hoping her figure would hide the destroyed mirror from whoever was behind the door. "Miss Yumena, your Father wishes to see you downstairs," The Markov Demanor, Tulip communicated in English with her sweet, high-pitched voice. Demanors were human domestic workers that worked in Supernatural homes. They were usually impoverished individuals who held vulnerable positions in human society.

"But one day, he revolted. I was going through my usual routine of the day after school. I went to her house, and I found him feasting on her body. He ate her heart, so as to become his own master, gaining immortality that was independent of any master." That day was the goriest day I ever lived. I remember walking into her house. There was this iron scent of blood in the air. Scared, I ran up the stairs, calling her name. Susan! Susan! Where are you? Bursting through her bedroom door, I see her body sprawled across the room. And him, stuffing his face with her flesh.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”