Into the Darkness (A Demon Slayer Fanfiction)

Chapter 19: Osore

Disclaimer:

I do not own nor claim all the rights to 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba | Demon Slayer; all rights are reserved to its respective creator, Koyoharu Gotōge. This is purely a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, events, localities, and occurrences are all extrapolated from the author's writings and imagination or utilized in a fictitious manner. As such, any direct or indirect references to actual entities, dead or alive, or events do not, in any shape or form, resemble the opinions of the author.

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"..." = Dialogue

'...' = Internal monologues

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Giyuu

A corpse laid before me.

The rotten carcass was oozing out blood, bodily fluids, and internal organs. The configurations of its physique were utterly and wholly distorted and displaced beyond any reasoning—the eye sockets were gouged out, the jawline was missing, limbs were maimed, and many more horrid images.

It had begun to disintegrate, albeit at a very slow pace.

It was indeed a sight to behold.

I had desecrated my enemy's dead body, and I enjoyed doing it.

I was standing in a pool of its own blood. Interestingly enough, that alone brought solace to my troubled mind.

Revenge had been my goal. And that objective has now been achieved.

However, I did not come out of it unscathed. Broken bones, bite marks, lacerations, and profuse bleeding throughout my body are all the byproducts of my endeavors.

But I had defeated the enemy, I had won.

That alone should be sufficient consolation for my internal strife. It should bring peace to me. Right?

Wrong. The blood lust still persisted.

I wanted to kill more now.

I needed more corpses to feed my burning resentment towards this world.

Only anger can fill this gaping hole inside.

A rampage is what I need; I need to kill every last damn demon I can possibly find down here.

Nothing can stop me now.

After all, rage is one of the many natural outgrowths of pain.

And the pain lingered on. It had not receded.

I wonder, am I doing this for Kocho-san? For Sabito? For Makomo? For Nee-san?

Is this the culmination of all these pent-up emotions that I've contained over the years? I never went on the brink of insanity to this degree before. But I suppose every bomb has its trigger.

Or am I just being selfish...?

Am I doing this because I believe I have an obligation to do so? Or is it simply because I want to do it?

I couldn't care less.

All that I know is that they killed her. And, therefore, I must kill them.

Every last one of them.

Until I die myself.

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