'Demon Slayer' Slayer

Chapter 1: Kyuuko

After almost an hour of hiking, I reached the clearing where the Kamado house was situated. There was no one outside it, but I didn't think much of it. I went right up and knocked on the door, waiting (very patiently, might I add) for a whole thirty seconds before I flung the door open.

There was still no one there. I entered the building, and found some old bloodstains on the floor and walls. The house looked like it hadn't been lived in for years. I was starting to put together what had happened.

They're all dead. A demon came to kill them. A long time ago, by the looks of it. But where are the bodies? I left the house, glancing around the yard for any signs of activity. Eventually I saw a row of five old graves, just outside the house. Where are the other two? There were seven of them. Did two of them survive? Or were they just not found? And who dug the graves, anyway?

Why do I care? I'll still spend the night here. And maybe there's something here that will be of use to me. I went back into the house, the hinges creaking as I slammed the door shut. Inside, I found a container of kerosene and lit a lamp, carrying it with me as I explored the house in the dark of night.

The house was even smaller than mine, even though it housed many more people. There was no upper floor, and the lower floor contained one bedroom and a living room. Neither held anything of importance, and there was no attic. Seriously? Nothing? Wow. That was a waste of time. Not a chance in hell I'm spending the night in this dump.

Because it was dark out, I took the lantern with me. The bright, cheerful forest had taken on a darker undertone with the coming of night. The bare tree branches clacked together in the wind like bones, and the lantern light created flickering shadows that looked like skeletons dancing. I seemed to see a pair of dark pink eyes glowing in the darkness, but dismissed it as my imagination.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp crack like a gunshot. I glanced around wildly, wondering where the bullet would land, then realized that I had just stepped on a stick. Go figure. Sheesh, Kyuuko. Stop being such a pussy. I shook my head in frustration, raising my lantern and setting off into the depths of the dark forest.

Still, though, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. No matter how many times I told myself that it was nothing, I started to imagine the flickering shadows as demons approaching to eat me like they had eaten the Kamados. Just then, I felt my katana being pulled from my belt, sheath and all.

I spun around, not seeing anything at first. I held up my lantern, and found that the glowing pink eyes I had seen before belonged to a person; a tall, well-dressed man who was wearing a suit and tie even in the middle of a forest. He was holding my katana.

"Give that back," I threatened, pulling my dagger. The man did not look impressed. "Last warning." I gave him a few seconds to give me my weapon back, then kicked him in the crotch. The problem came when he didn't react.

"Fuck you. I didn't want to have to do this!" I slashed at the man's neck, leaving a deep cut in his throat. However, by the time I'd brought my dagger back around for another slash, the cut was already gone. What the hell? I didn't have time to do anything else before sharp blades sliced my face, pain flaring through my head. Next I felt a hard impact to my stomach, and I flew backwards into a tree.

It took a second before my head cleared enough for me to focus my vision. I immediately threw up, turning my head to the side and vomiting onto the ground. When I was done, I looked up to see the broken lantern lying on the ground next to my dagger, about twenty feet away. The man picked up my katana, held it between his hands, and crushed it.

The metal folded as easily as if it had been paper, crumpling up into a tiny ball of carbon steel. I realized that the man had long blue fingernails, which he'd used to scratch my face. I was lucky I hadn't lost an eye.

"Hey, bastard! Toss me my dagger, would you?" He was unlikely to comply, but I at least wanted his attention. The man looked up at me in obvious surprise.

"You're still alive. But not for long." He stalked menacingly towards me, claw-like nails brandished. "Not many have survived an encounter with the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji."

As the man- Muzan- sliced down at me, I raised my arm to block the attack. I was shocked to find that my arm had been shredded off. After that, another slash to my eyes left me completely blind, so I could only raise my remaining arm in a futile attempt to protect myself. It was torn off in seconds.

"I find it hard to believe that the Demon King would just be walking around in the middle of nowhere." I forced out the words, teeth gritted in agony. "Don't you have more important things to do? Subordinates to command, maybe?" These words earned me a vicious slash across the abdomen, and I could feel the warm blood soaking my kimono.

"Impressive. I've never seen power like this. Not even a Hashira could beat you. It's too bad I won't get to see you rise to power," I lamented. In reality, I was hoping that he would make me a demon. That was the only way for me to survive tonight.

I felt a few more deep, bloody gashes open up all over my body. I can't see his expression, but I'm sure it's working. I just need to lay it on a bit thicker before I bleed out. "And to think that this is only a fraction of your true strength!" I broke off in a cry of pain as I received an especially painful slash. "I'd love to see your full power, although someone as high and mighty as you would never need full power for a suckass like me. Such a shame, though! I could serve you for eternity, and help you achieve everything you want. But instead I'll have to die, like a lowly peasant, before even getting to watch the havoc you wreak on the world."

"Shut the fuck up," Muzan retorted, slashing me again. This time, he used a much longer, sharper weapon that sliced me in half horizontally. I screamed in agony, but I could only get out one scream before I was too weak to talk. With an injury like that, I have thirty seconds tops, I thought as the world faded into darkness.

~~~

When I opened my eyes, I felt no pain. The first thing that I noticed was that I could see again, and all my injuries had been completely healed. So one of two things happened. Either I'm dead, or I'm a demon. Let's figure it out.

It was still night, but the sun was coming rapidly. The sky was lightening in the east, growing brighter with each second. At the sight, I was filled with a petrifying terror that drove me deeper into the forest. Somehow I knew that the sun would kill me. From this, I could conclude with some certainty that I was a demon and not a spirit.

I charged through the forest with more speed than I'd ever had, crashing right through trees and brambles without fear. I didn't get tired no matter how far or fast I ran. If I weren't afraid for my life, I would be thrilled at my newfound power.

Fuck demon slayers. It's much better to be a demon. I don't know why more people don't want this. It's fucking incredible!