A/n: This is going to be fun to write, lol. I don't condone any of the horrible things in this. Tbh I'm just writing this for my own sick and twisted entertainment. Angst I guess. Tw: mentions of self unalive and a bit of gore. Sorry it's short.
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(2nd person )
It was just a normal day, you went on your missions completed them and went back to your estate. You were 17 about to turn 18. You lived on your own in your home, everything was fine. You weren't a very powerful demon slayer but you were happy you could at least protect people.
Everything in you life was amazing.
Yeah it was amazing
Everything was normal until that mission. The mission that changed your life for good. It would never be the same.
I noticed
On that specific mission you met him. He was a very powerful demon. He just kept giving you hope of winning and taking it all away. Until you gave up and told him to kill you.
Why? Why didn't you run?
Unlike other demons he spared you thus making you fall in love with him. But it wasn't love it was just fear that you mistook for love.
Idiot. You're so fucking dumb.
He then treated you as if you were his queen. He would never let you leave. He would say it kindly to reassure you. "Oh y/n-chan~ you're never leaving because your safe with me" he would say.
Liar
You grew accustomed to this behavior. Soon forgetting about all of your friends including the hashiras. They even forgot about you years after they saw your dead body. It was beaten and bloodied.
Sorry..
You couldn't remember them. You could remember your fear of him though. You knew he was hurting you, he would just make it so you didn't. Until you started making notes.
He found them
He hurt you more and more as the years went by. Soon you were 25 and your dead body was found by tengen uzui. He reported back to everyone of your death.
Our suicide
You had killed yourself after Douma had beat you again. You had enough of it. Douma found your body and dumped you in the red light district.
That's ok
You only had one regret in your life.
I wish I never met him
A/n: I don't know if anyone really noticed, I hope some of you have but 2nd person pov is basically someone else telling you the story about you and the italics are your responses to it. I also hoped you guys have noticed I really like 2nd person pov.
