The Demon Slayer Corps Initiative

The Demon Slayer Corps

When, all at once, darkness and despair fell over the world- it was usually the grand plot of some sort of diabolical group of villains, usually seeking the destruction of humanity.

In this world, it was because of demons- artificially manufactured, flesh-devouring supersoldiers rumored by the mythical folklore to exist since time immemorial. Some rumored the somewhat mystical oni to be guardians of hell, existing to punish the most tainted of human souls for the grave sins they have committed in the worldly realm.

How Ubuyashiki Kagaya responded to that topic was a mere scoff and a merciless turn of his head- nobody punishes innocents for crimes they didn't commit. The nature of demons was that of extinction- of slaughter, of endless hunger and the lingering aftertaste of blood. It was of stars and the twilight and distant screams piercing the cold night air underneath a full moon- it was of humans, innocent humans, mercilessly and cruelly twisted into being an organic super weapon meant to bring about the downfall of their own brothers and sisters.

The first human a demon always killed was themselves. His ancestors learned that the hard way.

Ever since the Sengoku era, a time of political unrest- when Japan was teetering on the edge of civil chaos- the Ubayashiki family has made it their mission to take down the demon lord. Kagaya prayed to his ancestors every day alongside his five beloved children and his wife. Since he was but a child he commended and praised the accomplishments of his predecessors every day, trained and toiled night after sleepless night, gritting and pushing forward despite his family's hereditary illness to prove himself a worthy heir... to become the next Director of the Demon Slayer Corps.

When a secret society turned into a government sponsored, wealthy and powerful intelligence agency was far beyond him- he only knew it happened sometime around when the Cold War ended and has only continued to grow and expand ever since.

For so long, demons and humans have kept the bloody and tainted history of their brutal and bloody quarrels as a secret from the rest of the world. It had been blades crossing with fangs and claws underneath the hazy, moonlit night, throats being slit from within the cloak of darkness that encapsulated both warring sides.

Yet the time of hiding in the shadows was over. At least, it was to him.

"Sir, two hours into activity monitoring and we still aren't able to get a proper numerical reading on the mysterious energy signature," one female agent with straight black hair and dark eyes piped up. She wheeled around in her chair, motioning to her computer. The interface on it was spitting out a plethora of randomized, garbled characters.

Kagaya's clouded white eyes flicked in her general direction to make eye contact with her as best as he could.

"You mean the energy signature coming from Mount Fuji?" he asked in reply.

"Affirmative, Director Ubayashiki, sir."

Oh. Well, this could certainly be a cause for alarm. Or at least a worthy candidate.

"Well, keep an eye on the ones coming from Osaka, Tokyo and Hiroshima," he ordered. He barely suppressed the urge to bark out a laugh masked as a cough, lest his subordinates freak out over the fact that he wasn't too perfectly healthy, despite being able to walk and speak just fine. "The very second you get comprehensible values processable by both machine and man is also the very second you get up off that chair to come and report the news to me, are we clear on that?"

The agent instantly flew out of her seat into a ramrod-straight standing position, delivering a patriotic and dedicated salute to her superior. "Sir, yes, sir!" she declared passionately- a gesture of acknowledgement and complete dedication and submission.