Rui Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Adrian jumped to the other roof as easy as walking and didn't notice us. There was too much going on in the street below that had his attention. "There she is." I heard Ren say. I finally managed to look down and noticed Dagon fighting for her life. Dagon, Acteus, Megera, Benjamin and Samael were all fighting in a small alleyway. Demons were stuck in-between the fight, trying to flee and trying to fight. I saw Samael slash at everybody around him whilst snarling loudly. In his hand, I saw Fay's knife.

Her eyes were wide with a frantic, darting terror. "You shouldn't have come," she breathed, casting a glance toward the balcony. "Rhea, he’s not who you think he is. None of them are." Behind her, the balcony door slid open. Finn stood there, the wind whipping his hair across his face. He looked different, more like a predator in his own den. He held a glass of amber liquid in one hand, and in the other, a small, black remote. "She’s right, Rhea," Finn said, his voice devoid of the desperation from the night before. "You really should ha... ha... ha..."

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

Ronin found himself in a perplexing and terrifying dream as he lay asleep in his room. The dream unfolded in a surreal landscape, where a malevolent force was scheming to murder a regal figure. This formidable presence was none other than a bloodthirsty demon known as the "Khoon Pine Wala Rakshas" (The Bloodthirsty Demon). It seemed fixated on executing its diabolical plan against the king, whose identity remained shrouded in the dream's enigmatic ambiance. Ronin watched with wide eyes as the Rakshas lunged at the unsuspecting monarch, its malevolence manifesting in a brutal attack aimed at the king's throat.

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

she added. 'I will address you the way I want' Dean wanted to say it out but stopped himself at the right time, she has the powers of elves and the strength of the dwarfs unlike his beautiful Kira who has only the strength of the dwarfs. Rumi will be a powerful ally to him. He glared at her as she returned it with her own glare. "You haven't answered my question yet Rumi, why are you here to see me?" Dean demanded. "Isn't it obvious, I am here to help you." Rumi replied to him.

The gathered demons rose to meet us, their slitted pupils glowing with crimson light, their movements synchronized by the vessel that commanded them. I fought through them, the shard cutting through demonic flesh that dissolved into mist and reformed behind me, the contract scar burning with every strike, every defense, every moment of contact with forces that sought to compress my existence into the shape the Author had written. Riven fought at my left, his dagger a blur of steel and determination, his body a wall that absorbed blows that would have broken me. Austin fought at my right, his knives finding eyes and throats with precision that spoke of centuries of practice compressed into a

he thought. “Duck!” Aoi Akuma exclaimed, and Nathan weirdly followed too. In instant, Aoi fires them with bullets while still holding Zitrey. His opponents are both Slicer and Slayer, because of the constant firing, they can’t really get near him. They barely avoided the bullets coming, which that able to grazes some of their limbs. “What are you doing Aoi Akuma?” Slayer said in rage. “She may be your ex-slayer and partner, but it wasn’t your obligation now to protect her! Don’t tell me you betrayed Shizun!”

"This isn't you. You're not meant to follow whatever he says. We have one mission and that mission is to take Sathanas out. He doesn't deserve your loyalty." Her breath was getting shaky. She hasn't really gotten to know how to find a demon, let alone one who has been empowered to fight her. "Her name isn't Chelsea. I introduce to you," Chelsea began to move towards her, eyes spitting darkness and violence. "Eversor!" His people cheered and her heart skipped a beat. She looked around frantically and by the time she would look back to her front, she was greeted with a punch on the jaw that sent her skidding across the rough floor. She couldn't block that punch as her hands were tied.

Devon stood near the stairwell door. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a memory. He was wearing a black suit that fit him like a second skin, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His hair was windblown, his skin pale, but his eyes—those icy grey eyes—were burning with a fire that could scorch the earth. He took a step forward. “You ruined mine both on the earth and in hell.” I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I just stared, shaking.