Insect Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The eerie silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before someone nervously spoke up. "I've seen something like this in a book. If I'm not mistaken, this is a dark magic from Jordale called the Flying Head Demon. It's incredibly evil. It requires the blood of a living being to fuel it. Once perfected, it can make the head fly, crawl on walls, and kill without leaving a trace."

“That kind of hurt.” The demon steps back, watching. “What are you?” he asks again, tipping his head to the side. “I told you, she’s mine.” Lucas slashes the dagger through the air, cutting the demon’s throat. Thick, dark blood oozes out and the demon brings his hand up to try and stop the bleeding.

He faced me again, his nose touching mine. I tried to move my hands to push him again, but this time, I cannot move at all. Only my eyes can move away from his dark stare. “Tell me,” He began, his voice colder than before and deep, “what are you? Are you a demon, too? Is Drayce your slave?” I could smell his breath. It was strong sulfur smell and scorching. I closed my eyes not to feel his presence and wish Kurai was here. “I am not anything you think of. I’m just human.”

Monica then took a few steps back then started his "Thunder Breathing" Based on his understanding, "Breathing Styles" are swordsmanship forms practiced and taught by the "Demon Slayer Corps". "Breathing Styles" makes use of specific and concentrated breath patterns, which increase the user's lung capacity and amount of oxygen in the blood. This increase of oxygen allows the user to enhance their physical abilities and mental concentration, allowing them to fight on par with "Demons", whose physical prowess surpasses that of the average human. With this "Breathing Styles", his top-class body became even stronger.

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

"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?"

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

I could use my black flames, but there’s no guarantee that someone won’t see me. There has to be another way out of this. Maybe I can use the help of the demon princes? Mammon is too emotional to be of any help. Belphegor is not in a pack with me, but I have some favors from him that could help. Unfortunately, the demon prince of sloth looked traumatized by bugs. What about Leviathan? That’s right! There were sprinklers in the area. Bugs hate water because it would wet their wings. Leviathan could activate them with his manipulation of water!

Demons don't breathe, but only for Aphrodite I'm willing to do that mortal thing. Aphrodite was really having a hard time breathing, because this time she took the oxygen from my mouth greedily. I held her hair, then I pulled her body, I stopped our kiss on the lips. Something's not right here, I can feel something else from her breath. "Wait a minute, Sweetie. Because this is going to hurt a little bit for you." I said while pointing my hand to her body. It's poison, I can feel it. Snake Poison.