Mc Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Episode 4 Sarah stared long at the ceiling of the bedroom she was in, one she had yet to get used go, her back laid against the bed. Thinking back to all what James, told her earlier. All not making sense to her. Especially her being a, Dhampir. A vampire Slayer (Dhampir). Unique but rare race of creatures, believed to be stronger than vampires. They feed on vampire blood at times, but most get stronger, depending on the number of vampires killed by them. They were like the balance of nature, keeping the Vampires in check. She didn't believe she was one though, she lacked anything special. She had no speed, or super strength. She was an average human.

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

I was weak, defenseless, at the mercy of monsters- “Son of a Gorgon, you stupid girl,” Samael spat, hauling me up. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. In the twist of a doorknob I was whisked away to a dusky back room. Damien rushed around anxiously, grabbing vials and decoctions from the strange shelves ringing the walls. There was a clatter as instruments were shoved to the floor by Samael's furious hand. I was laid on the table roughly, wincing as my cuts stung. “There's no need for medicine, Damien,” Samael said coldly, opening his hand. His eyes flashed crimson and his palm pulsed with light as he brought it to my arms.

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

“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!”

I almost gave him a hard time for his paranoia. Almost "Sydlynhamitra," a burly young male demon with shoulders the size of the mountain and a body to match stepped out of the crowd heading to the balcony, his amber eyes on fire, power swirling around his hands, "I, Mobicandron, Knight of the Tenth Plane, challenge you for status." ***

This is a demon lord we’re talking about afterall. “Now it’s not exactly polite that only one side introduces themselves, is it?” Crymillia said. “You’re an intruder in this mansion. Get out now!” Matthew heightened his tone of voice at Crymillia. “But this isn’t even YOUR mansion, Matthew Dragunov.” The demon merely chuckled and started walking around the library slowly. “A rookie Hunter with a bright future as they say. The girl who just ran out, Yuki Nakamura, the Dead-Eye Hunter. The silver beauty, Cecilia Crystal who could do nothing but support spells. And Rose Roosevelt, a familiar face after all these centuries.”