Romans & histoires Demon Slayer Man

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

Murdering everything around him. Samael. Sam snarled and roared and slashed. The swords in his hands looked pathetic compared to his broad hands and long arms, but they were sharp enough to cut through flesh easily, and that's exactly what they did. They cut through dark ones, and demons alike. Anyone that came even remotely close to this man of death, met their end with a single swipe. He was unrecognisable.

The binding glint stung my eyes and I squinted them to the sudden brightness. "Our brave, strong Luna is awake? Good I wanted to talk to you since the others are not here yet" the deep voice of a man reached my ears, raising my head a little I shot him a deadly glare. I was able to distinguish him from the color of his eyes, it's was pure black, which means he's a demon. I do not know this man but I have a feeling he has nothing good to offer. He grabbed into the bar of my cell and rattled it as he looked down at me with a malicious gaze, I was lying on my stomach on the cold and damp ground with my hands wrapped around my stomach as I tried to ascertain the pain I'm feeling right there.

a voice growled, and we all swerved our heads in the direction of the voice. A man walked in, his eyes fierce and dark, piercing our faces with his striking eyes. He sighed and limped carefully to a chair, then sat down and released a breath he had been holding. We all sat in silence and pulled our attention towards the old man, even though we didn’t know who he was. “The demon was given a second chance by the seven highest demons of hell,” the man said, and my head shot up. “Why is that?” Killian asked. “Because he didn’t accomplish his mission, which is to kill you two,” the man replied, and I exchanged glances with Killian.

I'm speechless. What's going on with this demon?

I felt even more angry at his smile. "I want to ask, Why do you keep appearing at times like this?" Kyle looked at the man in white and asked him. "So that the fate will be fulfilled and noy destroyed" He responded as I glared at him. "It's so annoying as I keep on hearing about Fate" I muttered. "Do you know that a witch can turn into a Demon?" He suddenly asked as I raised my eyes not really understanding his questions "When your Sliver hair shows streaks of her, it proves you are about to become a Demon.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

I had all their salaries, so wasn't he supposed to be happy. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I gave him a straight glare. "Jeremy." I questioned, as his gaze lowered. Jeremy wasn't always the smiling guy, especially because he was tasked with the duty of head warrior and head watcher, but still I had never seen him this downcast before. "What is going on?" I growled, turning a few attentions to us. "The shape-shifter demon. He killed my wife and only child."

he added, nodding toward the masked man, “is a demon too.” His smile widened slightly. “And a strong one.” He tilted his head. “So don’t embarrass yourself thinking you can stop him.” Then he turned away and gave the order again, his voice calm but firm. “Go.” ----------- Slyvara’s dark blue energy crackled around her as she planted herself firmly in front of the masked man. “You’ll have to get through me first,” she growled, fists glowing faintly. The masked man didn’t hesitate. He charged, fast and brutal, swinging with a strength that made Slyvara stagger backward. She struck, her fists landing against him, sparks of energy flaring with each hit, but he barely faltered, his movements prec