Doumas Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I knew that l was going to leave my master. "Oh no she is more than unlucky. I heard that the demon who priced her for 200 million is actually Lord Ethane. He is the Lord who takes pleasure in killing his pets. I'm sure she won't last 3 months with him and she is so young". I heard a girl in the cage say from behind me. Does he really kill his pets? I know my life isn't good right now but l don't want to die. I'm just 17 l still want to live. My master was so happy that finally he is going to sell me off for a good price.

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”

“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.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

The demon turned to Niklassa. "Hmmm. The Demon Hunter herself. You killed Bera. Hashish. Marduk...", he squeezed his hand. Niklassa, still suspended in air started to choke."Themleis, Orban... their blood, I'll pay with yours", he said using his fingers to draw the life force out of her. He swallowed it as Niklassa's soulless body felt to the floor. He looked at Eida. "What a waste of talent". "You got a problem with that?", Master Damien asked now in his demon form, his pupils black and a scythe in his hand.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

Austin heard Dabria howling loudly as demons dragged his dark soul to hell. She turned her head and found someone standing in front of her. A man she never expected to see again in her lifetime. That man and Dabria cracked their knuckles together. They both started running at the speed of light. With every single person Dabria touched, she sliced bodies in half by using her long sharp white claws. She kept on running until she was able to kill each one of them. She stepped between a dozen vampires that were about to attack Moon. She spun around, keeping her arms straight on her sides. It took her a moment to chop all of their heads off of their bodies. Their heads fell off of their bodies th

It was Darius. She turned, her eyes racing over the destruction, and saw him. He was a demon, a great black wolf, his eyes a smoldering red. He was heading straight for her. Ash saw him too. "Rhea, back off!" he roared, but too late. Darius lunged at her, jaws open, teeth a line of shining razors. She had Ash's gift, her sword, and did not back down. The clashing of metal on bone was a sickening shock to her senses.

"Maybe. But they'll be expecting us to come for me, not for a child. We'll have the element of surprise." Darius stirred on the bed, consciousness returning. His eyes opened, unfocused at first, then sharpening as he took in the scene. "Did I miss something?" he asked groggily. "Just Aveline deciding to rescue a traitor's daughter from a demon cult," Damon said dryly. "Sounds about right." Darius struggled to sit up. Through the soul-bond, I felt his exhaustion and pain, but also his agreement. "I'm in. Let's go kick some cultist ass."

I joined her now looking at all the wolves in attendance, looking for anyone who looked suspicious or nervous. “Does anyone here have any ideas why and how you are being tracked?” She asked innocently, acting like she was really relying on them to come up with ideas. After a few minutes she sighed. “I thought as much.” She grinned, showing off her silver teeth. “Most of you don’t know, but my enemies have given me a nickname... I am known as Demon. The Demon of SilverFang to be exact. Would anyone like to know why I am called that?” She barely paused before she started to send out commands. “I WANT TO KNOW WHO HAS BEEN TEXTING LOCATIONS TO VITO!!!”