Demon slayer: What if (Season one: The rising sun) (Being rewritten!!!!)

Chapter Five: My Own Steel

Narrater POV

Years ago, in the demon's memory, that night was still as clear as day. Although the memory was no longer in color, that man would still never be forgotten. Several corpses littered the ground, their crimson red blood staining the ground. The flickering flame of a broken burning lantern illuminated the small street as snow fell. The demon took one bite after another into the dead body of a man, he raised his head, something felt wrong.

A swordsman, wearing a blue haori covered with the pattern of clouds in the color of seafoam stood before him, holding a katana as blue as the sea. A red tengu mask hid his face, even to this day, the demon still didn't know what he truly looked like. But his very presence was enough for him to jump up and run away. It was like a raging sea, waves reaching higher than the clouds, but at the same time like a pond without even so much as a ripple, so calm that it looked like ice.

The demon knew, even if he didn't know how he knew.

This was the presence of a hashira.

The demon ran, jumping at the man, trying to down him before he could kill him. He struck, but every blow was matched. He jumped up, diving towards the water hashira, but with a single strike, he was brought down.

The demon panted, and ran. Seconds later, he was sitting on a house's step, panting as blood dripped from his head.

The man with a sword slowly walked towards him, seeming like he was death himself.

The demon ran, into a narrow street. He looked back, still sensing the slayer was there, but he saw no one. A flutter of clothing could be heard from a rooftop, the demon turned his head, but once again, he saw nothing but air.

The slayer appeared in front of him, fast and swift like the wind, the demon didn't even see him coming, diving towards him like a stork catching a fish. And when he finally held out his hands, it was too late.

One strike from that ocean-blue blade, and his vision went black.

Right now, in this instant, his mind went back to that distant memory. As Tanjiro appeared in front of him with a cloud of fire and lightning trailing behind, the demon saw Tanjiro and Urokodaki's images overlapping. He was so fast, that in the misty mountain he couldn't even see where he had come from.

'Urokodaki!'

As the demon's head fell to the ground, he saw the outline of the slayer who beheaded him. A silvery steel blade with an edge the color of water, coated in a layer of fire.

The head tumbled and crashed against trees and grass. Until finally landing in the crook of a tree root. Allowing the demon to watch his own body turn to ash.

'No! No! No! My body's falling apart and disappearing, and I can't stop it!'

Tanjiro walked over to the demon's body, flicking his katana, and putting it back in his sheath.

'Damn it. The face of this demon slayer is the last thing I'm ever going to see.'

Tanjiro turned his head, a look of pity on his face.

'I never would have thought it'd come to this.''

In a black void, a boy cried. "I'm so scared. I'm all alone now." The boy lifted his head, "Brother, where are you? I want you to hold my hand again, like you always do."

Tanjiro walked towards the demon's dying body.

"Why? Why did I do it? Why would I eat my own big brother?"

"Huh?" The boy lifted his face once again, but instead of the boy, there stood a demon. "I had a brother? I'd forgotten."

Tanjiro stared at the ash, the blackening body of the demon. "What a sad scent." He muttered.