Novel & Cerita Flame Breath Demon Slayer

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

"Let me show you the power of a Prime, demon." Ares opened his mouth wide and fire built up in our mouth, the same kind that Zale had messed with before. It was so hot I winced but Ares didn't let it go until the flames licked at the roof of my mouth before he shot it straight at the demon's long hair.

The smoke meets them halfway. It lashes like whips. One tendril catches the second demonkin across the face; his cheek splits open, black ichor spraying. Another coils around his wrist and yanks—hard. Bone snaps. He howls (I imagine the sound, high and wet) and swings his axe. The blade passes through smoke like it’s cutting fog. The leader is smarter. He plants his feet, raises both hands, and fire blooms between his palms—crimson, hungry. The flames roar toward me.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

The bloodlust that she had not shown any sings of having, suddenly bulged out and covered her entire frame like a blanket, causing a few Wind Demons that were around her to grow stiff in fear. “To think he would bring us such a sight…and awaken the dormant desire within our hearts,” the lanky Wind Demon chuckled and grabbed his blade. The hand that gripped his fan clenched the handle of the unusual weapon tighter, exposing the throbbing veins on his arm. It was such an uncomfortable sight. While surrounded by the flames of Rigor and marring and charring all flesh, Pathfinder was nothing but a demon in the eyes of these demons. So it was a chilling sight to see two Wind Demons smiling gleeful

Its body rose like a zombie, locked in rigor mortis as it attempted to escape. “Filthy worm,” Samael spat, chopping it to ribbons of flesh. The gleam in his eye was murderous. He gripped his scythe, whispering to its silver hilt. The blade burst into flame. He struck the falling remains, setting them afire. In an instant they sizzled to ash. All that remained was charred bits of flesh and the stink of unholy blood.

“Do you think I’ll let you go after you tried to touch what’s mine? You must have been courting death to make such a foolish move.” His voice vibrates — no, it thunders, splitting into several overlapping voices at the exact same time. Helion lifts his free hand, and a brilliant , blue flame erupts from his palm. He doesn’t even direct it to the demon, but the creature catches fire immediately. A loud, shrieking cry fills the air, and within a few seconds, the demon is reduced to a pile of ash. My heart hammers so loudly I can hear it echoing in my ears. “Amelia,” Helion whispers in the same cold, frightening, layered voices. “Did I not ask to stay in the room?”

As Zayla’s mom swooped down toward the ground, her magnificent wings unfurled like dark sails. With a fierce motion, she snatched another demon from the air, her long, sharp black talons slicing through the thick air. In a ruthless twist, she tore its head clean off and ignited the remains in a furious blaze. After the remnants burned away into nothingness, she pursued more foes, leaving a trail of much-needed destruction in her wake.

The demon looks at us for the last time and threatened, "Not a word to Tera, or the deal is off. You know what will happen when there will be no deal, don't you." Demon touches the flames but it does not burn her skin. Her pitch-black eyes had light reflected in them as she stared at the burning flame. She smiles excitingly as she tried to grab the flame with her hands. The demon went back to Tera's spot. She knelt down, facing the bowl. She took out her hand and opened it up. She was stared at her own hand for too long until fire ignited above it. She demon brought it down to the ground then the ground absorbed it.