Demonic.

He's mine, only mine.

3rd person POV:

Giyuu started walking mindlessly. He was like a zombie, or a puppet. No thinking, but only following orders.

Muzan was like the puppeteer. He controlled Giyuu, hoping to have a new nemesis, who could possibly become and replace some of the current strongest demons, the twelve demon moons.

Right. Uppermoon 5 has been defeated right? He could be the one. He already has the power of a Hashira, so it would be logical to give him a space here. Muzan thought.

Of course! Why didn't I think of that. I'm so smart hahaha.

Black letters containing the kanji of five and upper moon were carved into those deep blue irises of his.

His eyes started bleeding, the red fluid steaming down his white cheeks.

His eyes were beautiful. Muzan thought. But kind of emotionless. The spark in his eyes were gone, and he is kind of cute. Wait.. what am I thinking? Muzan immediately shut the thoughts from his mind.

Giyuu couldn't feel anything. He was being controlled. Being controlled by Muzan, whose ultimate goals were eternity and the destruction of the demon slayer corps, which was like a second family of him.

But yet there he was, walking towards him with no sense of danger whatsoever.

He was going to Muzan at very high speeds, which also caught the attention of the Hashiras. Not just Hashiras. More skilled combatants captured a glimpse. Including, Tanjiro.

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