Muzan's Blood Demon Art Novels & Stories

Ilonka slowly regained consciousness, her head pulsating with a persistent ache. As she blinked, trying to shake off the disorientation, the pitch-blackness of the room surrounded her, intensifying her feeling of helplessness. A surge of panic swept over her upon the realization that she was tied to a chair, her wrists tightly bound behind her back, but she could not remember how she ended up like this. A faint, erratic glow emitted from a distant corner, casting unsettling shadows that danced across the room. In that moment, a silhouette materialized, emerging from the darkness, his presence unmistakable—Lucas, the alpha of the Blood Moon pack and Ethan's sworn enemy.

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

Falling into a bed hypnotized he looked at the red moon, saw his naked body soaked in blood he saw eyes, millions of red eyes watching from the window, in which he existed and had countless torn creatures hanging by his bars watching opening and entering seeing and touching his paralyzed body, but rather, his body groped by thousands of hands. It followed between them, in which the hands of his Suzaku demon Ifrithis, sucking his cock, spread like an offering to Caine, as if it were a gift, spread out on his huge bed, he looked around and saw the still-living image of his predator, in that that Suzaku demon ate him with will, sucking in and out of him like a hose, where she cornered him and h

He’s deathly afraid of foxes, or more specifically, the old legends of the kitsune: an odd thing to fear, but whatever. “Why is he already screaming?” Logan asked as Miyazaki started to cower and scream without me even touching him. “He’s currently living his greatest nightmare. I hope you don’t mind, but I did use Suzu’s image for the nightmare. He’s cowering from her. In his mind, he’s seeing her morph from a human woman to ta malevolent kitsune.” I explained, focusing on making the nightmare more intense.

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

I murmur, my eyes draw to a particular spectacular panoply of paintings on the wall. Stace follows my gaze. “This is a little different. We are creatures of Demonic origin. Although most people are merely mortals, us, with our abilities, are special. Magic isn’t passed down through bloodlines, but created by the dormant Demonic gene in all of us. If it happens to mutate, we could be blessed, or cursed with powers.” The paintings before he show a range of people, covering most of the wall. Each person looks somewhat different to the other, but each stand in a regal position, staring blankly ahead. One of them is Stace, the look on his face making me shiver.

The true form of the entity slowly emerged from the confines of the Demon's Box—a colossal being shrouded in a sinister blood-red hue. The creature had a humanoid form, yet it bore eight eyes upon its face. These eyes lacked pupils, each adorned with unique, intricate trigram patterns. At the center of this arrangement, where a ninth eye might be expected, lay a gaping maw—a monstrous oval filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, making for a terrifying display. Its body was marred by tattered flesh wounds, from which oozed repulsive pus and blood, transforming into countless maggots that writhed across the ground.

With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it. The once cryptic message had become alarmingly clear, revealing a truth that sent shivers down my spine. Alpha King Hazel, the ruler of Blood Moon, had descended into madness, his actions veering into the realm of the unthinkable. He had begun turning people into corrupted beings, wielding a power that defied comprehension. Even worse, my beloved was not exempt from his actions, having been the very first to suffer under it.

He turned the book toward me, pointing to an old, jagged diagram outlined in blood-red ink. “The Ember Surge. It’s ancient power amplification magic. Only lasts for about ten minutes… but in that time, she’d be unstoppable.” I stared at the page. “Unstable’s the better word,” I muttered. “This isn’t a joke, Muzan. Her body isn’t ready for that much power.” “She’s stronger than you think.” “She’s still mortal,” I snapped. “What’s that?” Diana had dropped her sword, and I hadn’t even noticed. “Close your eyes,” Muzan said simply. “Close your eyes and open your mind.”

“Well, we don’t know that I’m a witch yet, but, sure you can take another sample. Uh how much blood are we talking, though?” She laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. I just need two small vials. You’ll barely even notice.” Since I hadn’t eaten yet she had me chug a little box of apple juice before she took the samples. She was right. I didn’t feel a thing. I looked down and two vials of my blood had been taken within a couple seconds. “That wasn’t bad at all!” I said enthusiastically as she snapped the rubber band from my arm. I looked up and caught Acelin’s eyes. They were dark, not completely black but definitely not the light blue as I was accustomed to and I could see his jaw and fists clenched.