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The demon hissed at her, but she simply laughed, flicking a hand through her bright blue hair. She stared at them, transfixed. Surrounded by their familiars they sat in lawn chairs, drinking beer as if watching a soccer game. Each one had brightly colored hair in various styles. One girl had a white rabbit resting on her shoulder, another a small red dragon curled up around her feet.

*Grip* Instead of a spine crushing death, I felt a strong hand grip unto my left hand, suspending my entire body in the air. I trained my distorted brown eyes away from the darkness underneath me, all the way to the source of this help. My gaze landed on an unforgiving pair of deep blue eyes, gazing intently at my body. "Let go..." I whispered underneath my breath, not meaning a single word I said. Suddenly, he pulled on my arm, and effortlessly drew my entire body out of the well in one swift move. And before I could blink my eyes open, I had landed against his broad shoulders, sending us both crashing to the grass.

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

She added. " Tricks? " I repeated in disbelief. "Or maybe you are trying to take revenge on me for what my family did to you?" She furrowed her brows. I angrily grabbed her neck. "What are you doing Jeffrey? You are hurting me" she choked. " I am corovi. A demon. And a very deadly one. I only changed into a human in order to deceive you and make you fall for me since you're the chosen one who is supposed to stop me" I hoarsed and roughly pushed her away.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

Silently confirming Carl's speculations. "What is the thing that he didn't tell me?" I asked confusedly. Carl looked back and forth to me and to Lucas. Since Lucas wasn't saying anything and was not stopping him from saying anything to me, Carl took that as a chance to tell me. "Lucas is very famous in the ghost community. He is known as 'Demon Slayer'."

Submitting. He knew what he had to do. He finally looked at his daughter, her ocean blue eyes, just like her mother's, looked backa rhim, blinking. His heart constricted thinking of what he was going. How could he blame this innocent bundle of blood and flesh for something it wasn't even aware of. Right then, he took a pledge for her, that he shall give his life to her. He was going make her what she was meant to be. The woman who shall bring the world to its knees, with the tip of her sword, the woman who shall slay the world.