Murata Demon Slayer Death Novels & Stories

Topher quickly shoved the ball of ice in the demon's mouth, stepping back. The demon began to glow from the inside. He puffed like a marshmallow and I could tell what was about to happen. Topher blocked me and himself with a shadow wall. He was beside me again, holding his arm over me in a protective stance. The sound of blood and organs hitting the walls and ground around us let me know he was dead…he had exploded.

Mila's POV I gasped as Morticia grabbed my neck with her hands, her nails digging deep into my flesh as I whimpered. "What are you doing?" I managed to voice out. Morticia didn't answer me as her eyes were shining with a bright light. She screeched lightly and tightened her grip. My eyes widened in shock. Morticia was the other demon creature that had been doing all the killings. "Morticia, it's me, Mila," I struggled to speak as her hands didn't leave my neck

It made a squishy sound as it pulled back through his body. Demetrius’ expression changed. He realized that he’d just been stabbed, and that it was someone behind him. He turned around and found Murietta standing behind him, the knife in her hand, dripping with blood. “You bitch! You…” He lunged at her. But Murietta stepped backwards. She was fast as she brought the knife up. Swoosh. She slashed at his throat. Blood spewed out. She had a wicked smile on her face as she plunged the knife into his shoulder.

As her vision began to fade, Esteria's mind screamed with unanswered questions: "What just happened? Was I just betrayed and stabbed by my lover, my husband? How could they do this to me?" In her final moments, Esteria's heart harbored a fierce determination: if she were to somehow return from the depths of death, she would unleash a reckoning upon those who had destroyed her life. But for now, her body succumbed to the darkness, her spirit slipping away into the abyss.

One loss projected. That termination did not occur on its projected mark. The weave does not accuse. It presents. This sequence occurred. This variance was observed. This variance resolved. The pressure that follows is not alarm. It is calculation. Why did resolution require excess. I do not answer with panic. Panic is for mortals. I do not answer with defiance. Defiance is a luxury. I answer with structure. A violent soul advanced toward execution. I intervened. The murderer’s thread terminated early. Not scheduled. Not required.

she said, almost whispering. “Even broken monsters can kill,” Dmitry replied calmly. “You survived. And now you are here. With me.” Susan looked at him with sincerity. “I killed again. Even though I didn’t want to.” Dmitry sighed. He moved closer and brushed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “You reacted. Your blood… protects you. And if you hadn’t reacted, I would have lost you.” “Tell her it doesn’t matter how many deaths happen. That she can kill the whole world, and we will still call her ours.”

Now, this did alarm me for what creature would then be behind the killings. Now there was something different about these killings; the Demons that have been slain had been somewhat mutilated, more ravaged, I would say, they were killed beyond the point of death was truly necessary. But not only did we find Demons killed this way, there were humans that met the same fate, but the majority was Demon, I would say.

"I bet you will enjoy sucking me off as much as you service the doctor..." Adrenalin returned to my blood, perhaps he would have also succeeded in defiling me, but for the first time in my life, a miracle happened. One second he was pulling down his underpants and the next he had slumped on the floors, blood gushing through the empty holes drilled into his body. Then they jumped in through the broken windows, wolves and people in dark outfits bearing weapons surrounded me before I could do as much as process the death in front of me. But the most surprising of all was the lady that led them, the one who had visited me at the diner a few hours ago.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

"Mort Dmitriv Aslanov is confirmed dead." The news brought her gaze now far off, Sumire was engulfed in darkness and fell on the ground, losing consciousness. "Is this even possible?"