Novel & Cerita Is Tanjiro's Dad A Demon

As I begin to tell them everything from the moment I met Zorien, anxiety threatens to loom over my head, but when I realize what we’ve become now, and all that truly matters, I find myself firming my voice and speaking in a voice I’ve never heard myself before. Dad is first to oppose as soon as I conclude with Zorien being my mate. He frowns with disapproval and rage as he addresses me. “Are you out of your mind, Himari? Do you realize that man is nothing but a Demon? What fantasies has he been feeding you? You can’t be mates with a Demon!” I shudder from the weight of dad’s voice and see them all with nearly the same faces of anger and disapproval. Vilma and Tristan look at me pitifully and

Quintina did not hide the truth from Yoan. “Sir Yoan, I’m sure you know that although the strong demons left the earth in ancient times, they left some of their minions behind—The Demon Race's Fangs. “These Fangs were scattered throughout the Three Thousand Worlds. My father encountered a Fang and was injured by Demonic Art, causing him to be inflicted with Demonic Energy. “Since then, my father has been tortured by Demonic Energy and has been meditating in seclusion. By chance, it now happens to be the time to suppress the Demonic Energy in his body. If the elders don’t suppress it in time, then…”

"What did my dad do to deserve Zeus' wrath? And who the hell is he?" Lucas voiced out numerous questions all in one go. The demoness let out a scoff before dropping down to the floor to sit because the conversation wasn't just something that would take just a few sentences to explain. Both Ana and Lucas gazed at each other before doing exactly what the demoness just did. Their gaze was now locked on who was feeding the explanation to their listening ears. "Your birth is more of a mystery than you thought Lucas. You are not just the father of Luci, the devil but also a descendant of Zeus.

“When I heard about what happened, I wanted to pick up where you left off in beating up Trey. But his father took care of that, I put Takeshi in charge and immediately set out to look for you.” “But how did you find me so quickly?” “Gummy Bear, I'm your dad. I'd know your scent anywhere. Even if you went to another country, I'd still be able to find you.” “Gummy Bear?” She kicked Takumi under the table. “So, he's really your dad, huh? I wasn't sure when he said he was. You two don't look alike.” Unlike Twilight, her dad looked Japanese. “That's because my Gummy Bear looks more like her mom except for her hair colour. Her mom had brown hair.”

I hated to admit it, but I think it made me feel that way because I was afraid it could be me someday traveling between worlds. Haralthazar took the time to look over us. His chiseled face creased in a soft smile, gentle even, welcoming. Hard to believe, but true. My dad was a nice demon. Forget the whole pit of burning despair thing. Demons simply come from another plane, a different realm of existence. There are good guys and bad guys like here on Earth. Lucky for us, when my Mom decided to go unconventional after the attack leaving her own mother crippled, she fell in love with Dad.

The book’s presence filled the room with an ominous aura, a silent reminder of his uneasy alliance with Rener. The thought of working with Rener makes his skin crawl. What would Takumi think if he found out? The betrayal and the irony stung. Rener, after all, wasn’t just any demon. He was Takumi’s godfather—a detail that never failed to confuse Tomoya’s moral compass. Chuckling bitterly, he muttered to himself, “What a twisted family dynamic.” Glancing at the grimoire, he felt an internal tug-of-war. Part of him yearned for the oblivion of sleep, but an inexplicable impulse made him reach for his laptop.

"If Swiftclaw poses such a grave threat, shouldn't we be compelled to use every ounce of our power to eliminate him?" A solemn expression crossed my father's weathered face as he reached out, placing a gentle hand on my trembling shoulder. In that moment, his touch held both comfort and gravity, as if he were trying to impart a lifetime of wisdom and burden upon me. "Marco, my son," he began, his voice carrying a weight that matched the heaviness of his gaze. "There is a dark secret that intertwines our bloodlines, a legacy that binds us to an ancient demon who once unleashed chaos upon the supernatural world. Swiftclaw is not only the son of my long-standing rival, but he is also a descenda

Chapter 7 Go to Hell! (Renrik’s POV) My brother asked me if the demon chaining up Seraphine was the same one that killed our father. “Honestly, I don’t know, but he’s a demon traipsing around with a wolf under his thumb. He admitted to killing our kind. I’d say it’s fucking likely it’s him.” “If he killed Dad, he’s powerful. You’re lucky you escaped with just a scratch,” Roderick gestured to my bandaged shoulder.

he smiled. "Do you know me?" I asked with wide opened eyes.. "Of course I do! I am your grandfather" "Grandfather? You are my grandpa?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Yes" He nooded his head. "I know how that monster is treating you but don't worry grandfather is here.. I will teach you how to defeat this demon." he said,caressing my face.. "Thank goodness you're here" I cried and gave him a tight hug..

King of the Dark World. Matter shrugged. I told you it's better not to know. Now you will think - what forces are mixed in you and who you are. "Doesn't matter," Yarsi waved him off. - Explain to me only one thing - how can a demon be my brother? And who is your father, also a demon?