Tanjiro The Demon King Novels & Stories

Lucas looked calmly at Heaven Demon, asking, "What is there to be afraid of?" Heaven Demon was stunned upon hearing those words. He was truly stunned. He would never have thought that Lucas would dare to say such words. "Who the hell are you?" Heaven Demon shouted indifferently at Lucas. He knew that since Lucas could say such words, he must not be an ordinary Gene Fighters. "My name is Lucas, you can also call me Devil King, Lucas," Lucas slowly said to Heaven Demon, who was in midair. "Devil King, Lucas?"

The hall immediately got clouded with pin-drop silence as the King was about to make the announcement. "First of all, I would like to express my heartily welcome to all the Kings, Queens, Prince, and Princesses of different kingdoms for gathering here and celebrating my son's crowning ceremony. As you all know my son Zachary, the Demon of Wrath aka the most powerful and dangerous Demon of the entire Demon World has grown up mature and more tenacious. My health is also gradually ebbing away so I think it's time for me to deliver all my responsibilities to my precocious son. So thereby, I declare Zachary as the new King of Hell and Lord of all the Demons".

"Do you think it's wise to do this while our father is ill?" "You have always been a jealous one, brother." "Father Zeus, who rule from Ida, most glorious, most great, and you Sun, who see all things and hear all things, and you rivers and you earth, and you who in the world below take vengeance on men who are done with life, hear me as I take these oaths. I, Sebastian Deusdedit, take on the noble role of emperor and swear to protect the whole empire of Jaresh. I seal this oath with my blood…"

A man who not long ago was a guinea pig for the humans, a demon who is trying to cope with the pain of loss and loneliness. I scanned the room, and I felt something click within me -a special recognition. A middle-aged man with red eyes smiled at me. My demon felt safe around him; he was a demon king, for sure. Because my demon felt the need to surrender, to bow to him. Then beside him was a younger one, same build, same stern gaze, different eye color. He was the current demon king.

He announced, his steady voice like a lifeline for us. After all he was number 1 for a reason. “You got this Tyler," Another player chatted, that was when I knew what his name was. “Tyler" a beautiful melody. The type of name a male would have. A small smile tugged at the side of my lips. My heart was still racing but there was this assurance that came with his intimidating presence. Tyler stood before the biggest of the Devourers, raised his hammer and spoke. “Hear me, demon. Tonight I'll put an end to..." Before he could conclude his head was chopped clean off.

“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.

The blonde froze in place, not wanting to reveal his inner turmoil to his enemies. - Okay, I will fulfill my promise. Leave us! - the king addressed the onlookers. The vampires in the hall hurried to the exit. Tristan was relieved. The young man was sure that if he planned his moves correctly, he would be able to defeat this pair. Nevertheless, Tantario did not relax. The concept of honor was alien to the enemy. The king could kill the guest without any remorse, despite his own promise. But the Lord grinned and spoke: - I assume you are already familiar with the seraphim. After all, my doll is in your hands,” the king flashed his eyes dangerously, letting the young man know that he would gla

"I torture and kill those who deserve it. And that guy deserved a lot more than what he got. I just didn't want him to die in my kingdom and deal with that aftermath." "You can't be here!" I yelled next, my body slightly trembling. I suddenly felt so cold—cold, confused, terrorized. "I am here," Sam simply said, the anger slowly subsiding. He was the Demon King of Wrath, so calm would never be his nature, but a hint of color returned to his eyes. "You have to go! What the fuck?!" I continued, still not comprehending what had just transpired.

Zombie's collapsed chest made a rapid recovery, his broken arm healed instantly, and his strength became more powerful. Demon King was almost scared to death. Crawling to the ground, he shivered and pleaded, "My King, I am your most loyal slave. Please don't kill me..." "Since you are so loyal, offer your blood to me." Zombie was very cruel and was about to grab Demon King. Demon King gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with rage. Suddenly, he jumped up and punched Zombie's approaching big hand. Bang! Demon King was a grandmaster of Fifth Grade. His unexpected strike made Zombie stumble a few steps backward.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, so smooth without blisters, and he was even a student. He was no one, sixty years before he was born, in a body that wasn't his. And the Demon king, the one he killed, was still alive, walking around somewhere in this timeline, young, healthy and free. And he had not yet became the monster he killed. His mind was still spiraling, then a knock jolted him out. “Lysan, the combat exams start in about ten minutes, are you ready yet?” Another male voice came through from behind the door.