Murata Demon Slayer Death Novels & Stories

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

“I was wrong. I’m sorry for everything I did. I will do anything you want—anything at all. I will change my ways. I’ll try to become good. Just please don’t kill me; I don’t want to die.” ‘She’s apologizing?!’ Layla blinked, staring at the woman bowing at her feet. ‘Oh, wow. I never expected her to actually apologise. Um… what am I going to do? Do I still kill her? She has killed a lot of people, but she’s apologising and saying she will chan—’ Demeter threw herself at her, a dagger in her hand and a crazy look on her face. “Die!” she cackled, swinging her weapon straight to her chest. Her eyes widened as Layla’s glaive sliced through her wrist and her hand and dagger dropped to the ground.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

Unfortunately, the head of Hirayaksa that Arya Santanu had thrown earlier did not have enough energy to regenerate its own body. "What are you doing?! Wait! Don't do it!" Hirayaksa shouted from about twenty meters away. The demon saw her heart in Arya Santanu's right hand. Her eyes bulged as Arya Santanu squeezed her heart and crushed it into pieces. AARHH! The male demon screamed. Her eyeballs rolled back. His tongue stuck out and before the demon knew it, he was unconscious. Hirayaksa died with a ruptured heart and a dismembered body.

“Do you know which group of Slayers made the deal with the fire demon? They could only be fire-wielding Slayers, right?” “That’s what I thought as well. The stories aren’t very clear on this.” “Could it be Tamerlane’s group?” Aki finally said the unmentionable. No particular Slayer had been held accountable for the death of her father, but on the day of the attack, the leader of the raiders wore the red o-yōroi armor whose lacing and crest were associated with Tamerlane. Temujin looked her straight in the eye. “That’s impossible. That would mean Tamerlane has somehow achieved immortality. If we believe all the stories, that guy has died more times than a cat’s got lives. If that was true, he

I picked it up slowly and inspected it, imagining it sitting delicately around her neck. I followed Emrys outside and wasn't too surprised to see what he wanted to show me. It was Matt's human body, covered in blood, throat cut, and spine exposed. He was dead. Had Diara witnessed his death? I grimaced at the thought of her seeing someone she knew and had been in love with in the past die a gruesome death. I hope she hadn't seen it, because this type of scar takes too long to heal.

“How were they killed? The same way as the nons—sorry, as the victims?” Melinda sorts through her files until she gets to the hunter’s reports. “One had his stomach chewed open—” she grimaces “—by rats. While he was alive. The other was from blunt force trauma to the head and the last was filed as having a heart attack, much like the other victims. I know anyone can drop dead from a heart attack with no warning, but it was unlikely everyone did.” “Maybe the demon feeds from the fourth chakra. It would cause heart attacks. And the others were killed before they could kill the demon.”

- Death - Death could feel his echo recieving a call. He assumed it was Lucifer. "Lucifer? Is everything okay? I'll be right there!" The demon bartender looked over at Death. "No! Just stay with the team. If anything happens up there I'm trusting you with their safety." Lucifer ended the call. The rumblings of the explosion could be felt in the tavern. The bartender raised their palm from behind the counter and shot an explosive orb at the group. Peter caught it and Sabu threw a knife in-between the demon's eyes.

He couldn't fight it, his body was just weakening the second that thing she used got into him. She pulled out the syringe, breathing heavily as she watched him struggle to breathe. Her hands were shaking as she put the syringe back into her bag, gathered her things into her bag. She trembled as snot rolled down her nose and she sniffed it back in. Mitari closed her bag and stood up, only to almost fall back on her ass — she has surely just killed someone. Her arms trembled, for a second she almost screamed. She has ordered hits on people, but has never killed anyone herself before.

His blood spilled on the stone floor ignited with a dark fire. "With my last blood, I swear!" he cried, his voice reverberating through Siron's dream, filled with unbearable anguish and rage. "The male descendants of this treacherous bloodline shall feel my shadow forever! They will know the pain of being betrayed by those who should protect! Until one of us finds peace in blood or surrender!" The ritual ended in a burst of dark energy. Morat died, but his spirit did not leave. He transformed into something else, a vengeful spirit bound to that lineage forever.