Romans & histoires Sad Demon Slayer

The bed creaked like it was begging for mercy. Lucian’s voice dropped even lower. “You like that?” OH MY GOD. I slapped a hand over my mouth before I screamed. Who the hell gave him the right to look that hot?! That… animalistic. Dominant. Focused. Possessive. I shouldn’t be watching this. I REALLY shouldn’t be watching this. But I couldn’t. Look. Away. His back muscles were insane. His abs? Sculpted by Greek gods. The way his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead from sweat. The way his hand wrapped around the girl’s neck—

Desperation clawed at Damien’s throat, a useless plea for mercy trembling on his lips, as he now found himself bargaining with death's shadow, pleading for a sliver of life he seemed no longer entitled to. Yadiel raised his silver blade, its edge glinting with a deadly promise in the dim light. With every muscle tensed for the kill, he prepared to deliver a series of devastating strikes to Damien. In the ruthless gaze of a villain, the bonds of blood were rendered meaningless—a mere whisper of kinship drowned out by the clamor for power.

SLASH! A flash of gold slashes through the air. For a moment, Morales freezes in his spot. In slow motion, blood starts to spill from his neck, spraying all over Nine. She quickly backs off in disgust while Two stares in horror as Morales’ head falls on the ground followed by his torso. Damien is standing there with his sword in his hands, blooding spilling from it. His eyes are psychotic, almost in a cruel rage and his heart hardened by what he had just heard.

It was bone. Damon had been walking around for thirty years, holding his mother's hand, signing pack treaties, and petting his children's heads, while wearing a polished piece of skull or spine carved from one of the murdered, soulless boys he had grown in a tank. He had literally worn his slaughtered sons on his hand to cloak his atrocities from the Goddess. Jax squeezed his eyes shut, a ragged, devastated breath tearing through his chest as the sheer, unadulterated evil of it threatened to drag him right into the dark.

Nyssa cried while scooping her dead son near her chest and cradling him as close to her as possible, while her tears dripped down incessantly making Zoe feel weak and helpless for the first time in her life as she too dropped near her son in law’s body and cried on his chest. “KARR !!!! YOU BASTARD,” Danielle roared furiously. “Looks like I hit a jackpot,” Karr laughed evilly. “I killed a demon and you human mutt are coming with me. You seem to have got pinker, prettier and healthier here. I can’t wait to have a piece of you now,” the villainous assassin licked his lips with his eager tongue while lust swarmed in his disgusting eyes. “YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT, KARRRR,” Damon scream

Enraged at the people that sold me, I set the orphanage on fire. That's when the story of my existence started to circulate. They had called me The Reaper. After I started the fire on my old orphanage I was seen by the whole Brakstone City perched on the burning building, holding the scythe with a cloth coiled around my face. It was the same scythe that I had killed my father and the same cloth he'd worn as he died. And it hadn't matter if I'm just a child at that time their fear had made me an enormous monster in their eyes.

Gun shots rippled through the air but nothing was enough to snap me out of the daze that I was already in. I had given my virginity to the Wolf Slayer. As their bodies dropped to the floor, his eyes settled on me as if giving me a silent warning. “For those of you left, I pray for your own sake that you are safe. If I check and find out that you disobeyed me, I will make you wish for something worse than death.” The amount of blood that was racing to my head almost made me pass out. It was said that the Wolf Slayer had great sense of smell and that he could smell wolves from a mile away which meant he could also smell my bullshit from a mile away.

“You have no right to feel pleasure from this, slut. Enjoy.The.Punishments.Only.As.We.Fuck.You!!” Their paces were faster this time and I could tell it was the peak of the moment. They were right at the entrance of where the dead were, this is why Lannister and I waited for them to finish. “My pussy is getting so stretched. P-Please…don’t tear it apart.” A single tear fell down her cheek. Whoever she was, she was long dead. “I’ll be a good girl from this instant, I promise,” The demons gave chuckles, laughing hard as they rapidly screwed the woman. “Mercy? You deserve to be fucked till eternity, sluts like you don’t get compassion!”

Ariel and Alex were together when a slave came to deliver a message from the Alpha. Alex was wanted in the Alpha's quarters. Ariel was frantic and worried. She didn't want Alex to go and see the Alpha. What if Damien had planned something for him? What if Damien was planning to hurt him because of what had happened between them? Well, it wasn't a surprising thing to Ariel . Damien thrived on hurting people- especially her- and now he wanted to hurt Alex too. It seemed to Ariel that Damien got some sort of sadistic pleasure from hurting people. If not, why else would he do it?