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DS : Chapter 78
🕑 Added 2024-10-24 02:39:43 +0000 UTC[3rd POV]
Hairo, the new lower moon demon ranked two.
A long time ago, when he had just become a demon, he was unfortunate enough to encounter the Flame Pillar Shinjuro Rengoku in one of his drunk patrol.
On that night, he was stripped of his pride and honour. The Flame Hashira not only cut him down with ease even in his intoxicated state but he humiliated him.
"You, pathetic creature," the voice of the drunk man still echoed in his mind.
That night, the Flame Hashira cut apart his body and spirit. His physical body healed because of his demonic nature but his spirit never did.
So for years, he had been accumulating strength, waiting for the day he would enact his revenge.
And now it was time.
Hairo aimed his rifle at the man who traumatized him that day, or at least that's what he thought. In actuality, he mistook Rengoku Kyojiro to be Shinjuro, thinking the son was the father.
But even if he knew, it wouldn't matter. The demon was out for blood.
"But killing him now would be too easy. I want to see him suffer," Hairo said and changed his aim to the pink haired girl beside him.
From both Rengoku and Mitsuir's bright and unique hair, he assumed that they must be close. So he decides to kill her first.
Grave mistake.
Because the moment he pulled the trigger, something appeared beside him. It came without sound, without warning.
*Shoot!!*
He missed.
...
Hairo didn't move a single inch after that. He couldn't, and even if he could, he wouldn't dare.
Purple eyes looked down at him, and the intensity of those eyes dwarfed every bit of hatred the demon had inside him.
It was like a fire being swallowed by a bigger fire. The hatred those eyes had for him easily swallowed the hatred Hairo had for the Flame Hashira.
The killing intent and danger coming from those eyes were so great that he had already imagined himself dying a thousand times over.
No, those eyes killed him a thousand times. There was no action but the thing had already seen through every weakness of his existence and found infinite ways to exploit them.
"Be careful, you nearly hit someone important," It talked.
No.
He talked.
It was a man.
But even with the new information he got, Hairo dared not even take a single breath. Those purple eyes reminded him of the demon he met when he was made the second rank of the lower moon.
The first rank of the upper moon.
Those eyes gave off the same feeling. The way they seemed to pierce his very soul, the way they seemed to pick out each flaw in his existence and judged him like a God.
The human beside him was eerily similar to that demon.
"You are lucky that you have use," the man said, "You can have your revenge but never aim at the girl again,"
The killing intent subsided and Hairo finally had the courage to look. But when he did, his left eye started trembling before endless tear streamed down.
'Huh?' he was confused. It was not him.
The eye cried on its own, the left eye that bore the mark of the lower moon 2. A hazy memory flashed in his mind, the memory of a purple swordsman standing above him while he cried for mercy on deaf ears.
....
That was not him.
It was the memory of the previous lower moon 2. The man in front of him was the same Demon Slayer that killed the previous Lower Moon 2, Onryoku.
His left eye continued crying until the tears turned to blood. But by then, the man was already gone. He immediately felt a heavy weight lifted off his shoulder.
But he could not put down his guard because the fight was just beginning.
"Flame Breathing : FIrst Form,"
Rengoku who located the demon by tracing the direction of the bullet finally reached him. His mouth sucked in the air around as his blade burned like fire.
"Unkowing Fire!!"
Hairo shifted his focus to Rengoku. He would have this revenge for now. But he would also remember this night like he remembered the night he met Shinjuro.
He will have his revenge against those purple eyes someday too.
"Pathetic!!" Hario screamed and lunged at Rengoku with his guns and bombs.
*BOOOOOM!!!*
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[Seiji's POV]
Making sure that no civilians were near the bombs? Check.
Making sure I had a good view of the demon so I could kill him anytime? Check.
Seeing that there was no threat around Mitsuri? Check.
Making sure Rengoku could handle the situation? Also Check.
Now its time to bring out the popcorn and enjoy the show. It was one thing to see the characters but completely another to witness the story unfolding in real life.
The attack on Tokyo was dumb if you really thought about it. It was planned and done by a demon with mental issues who was blinded by anger and had an unhealthy thirst for revenge. So it was far from perfect.
For example, the fact that the demon was acting alone was incredibly stupid. Lower Moon usually had underlings working for them but this one worked alone.
It might have to do with the fact that his blood demon art was Umbrakinesis and he could create shadow wolves using that. The shadow wolves were the only thing that posed a threat to the people because the demon himself was occupied with Rengoku.
I watched the fight between Rengoku and Hairo from afar but close enough to act right away. Things were quite different from how it went in the manga.
In this fight, Rengoku was overpowering the lower moon with ease. Rengoku was a lot stronger than his canon counterpart due to my existence. Having me as a friend had given him motivation the original Rengoku never had.
I also helped him get stronger by pointing out the flaws in his techniques with my eyes whenever we trained together. Those simple things went a mile in refining his techniques as well.
"What's going ON!! How are you doing this!! A swordsman can't beat a gun!!" I saw Hairo scream while Rengoku pursued him like a possessed man.
"You will harm no one, no more," Rengoku declared.
Then the demon released multiple hand grenades from his shadow. That caused a giant explosion that not only knocked away Rengoku but blew up the demon himself.
The demon quickly regenerated but Rengoku was faster to get up on his feet.
"Flame Breathing : Esoteric Art,"
My eyes saw a burst of fighting spirit erupt from Rengoku like an active volcano. The fire spread all around and shimmered in an intense glow.
Then he burst forward with unstoppable momentum, the ground quaked with each step. . My eyes could see Rengoku turning into a raging fire dragon that came like a meteorite to the enemy.
"Ninth Form : Purgatory!!"
The lower moon never really stood a chance. He did not even have time to pull out his ultimate move like he did in the manga.
My eyes glowed purple as I imprinted Rengoku's Esoteric art in my mind. That would make a fine addition to my collection.
You know, there's a reason why me and Thanos were purple.
A wide smile stretched my face while looking at that scene. No one, not even you, would be able to imagine the euphoric joy I felt at that moment.
Why?
Because my existence had indeed changed the course of fate. I did not even have to interfere directly, my influence and my action had caused a ripple effect that made Rengoku easily defeat Hairo, Lower Moon 2.
And that would keep on repeating itself.
Even when facing against Akazan or Muzan, we would not win due to a twist of luck. I would deny all the sacrifices that were made.
I would give this story a happy ending.
I was hopeful.
And hope was the first step to success.
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Author : Sorry for skipping a day and the short chapter. Will make up to you as soon as possible with double chapters!!!
It was my younger brothers birthday so I couldn't write at all with all the party and having our relatives coming over.
Comments
Martin Lervoll
Please no bow ππ just give him some other ranged option if you want ranged attacks.
Mr.goldenweek
Btw what about the bow? I remember mc talking about getting one
Mr.goldenweek
Ty
Ozerist
Happy birthday to your brother π
