Traitor of the Demons

2 Sides to Every Coin

"Mom? Tanjiro? Anyone? Helloooo!" Nezuko yelled as she approached home.

It was dead silent. She expected her siblings to be asleep but it was unlike Tanjiro to sleep late even if he was injured and her mother was not likely to sleep late.

As Nezuko entered her home she began to search for her family.

She turned the corner to Tanjiro's room but what she saw was not quite what she expected.

A woman and boy standing over her dead brother. The rest of family piled in a corner, torn mostly to shreds.

She tried to scream but no sound came out.

Were these the demons that Saburo spoke of?

She slowly reached for the floorboard as not to be noticed.

The sword Tanjiro had made for himself so that he could protect the family should something come up was hidden there.

Nezuko grabbed the long sheathed weapon and took the blade out of it.

'Remember what Tanjiro taught you. Put power into the swing and follow through'

She dashed towards the woman standing over her brother and swiped a long arc.

The blade made contact but not with who she was aiming for.

The boy was instantly in front of her. Her sword slicing him in half from the waist.

The woman turned around in shock. Faster than Nezuko could process she already had grabbed the boy's top half and her brother's corpse and his blade and was gone in a flash.

She fell to her knees, the weight of what had just transpired just now taking a toll on her mind.

She began to scream, not anything coherent, just raw primal rage and uncontrollable grief as her vocal cords were being roughed up.

A hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Such a shame" a man's voice said "The demons reached the mountain before I could"

Nezuko turned to the voice. A man, about 6'4, hair white as snow, and beautiful eyes with irises black as coal.

"Young girl I'm so sorry for what happened. This is my fault for not traveling to the mountains fast enough. If you wish to kill me I will not stop you" he said drawing his sword, and placing it in her hands.

"What? No! If anything I want kill those demons who killed my family!"

"Then come with me..." he man said extending his hand.

"What's your name?" Asked Nezuko, grabbing his hand, getting helped up.

"Akai" he's said "and you?"

"Nezuko" she replied.

"Well Nezuko... it's time for you to start some proper training" he said bringing her outside. "Hop on my back" he kneeled down

Nezuko was hesitant but climbed onto his back.

He got back onto his feet "hold on" and began to run. He was running so fast it caught Nezuko off guard, she almost fell off but wrapped her arms around his neck.

"When we arrive I will make you a weapon I see fit for you until then let's talk. How old are you?"

"I'm 16, my mom was 40, I had 3 siblings who were 12, and my older brother was 17. What about you? How old are you? Family?"

"16 as well. No family except for my master who was 60 when he passed"

"I'm sorry to hear about that. What did he teach you?"

"He taught me what I plan on teaching you. Demon Slaying"

"Please do elaborate"

"Demons are humans who have gotten demon blood in open wounds or mouth, etc. they are far more powerful than humans and cannot be killed without special techniques and blades. The Demon Slayer Corps, the group I am part of serve only to eliminate said Demons. My master was a powerful slayer. Highest rank. He was know as a Hashira. The Hashira of Snow. I have taken his place as the 10th Hashira, the new Hashira of Snow. And when I die I expect you to take my place. But back on topic. What I intend to teach you is a fighting style known as Snow Breathing"

"Snow Breathing?"

"Yes. A fighting style that mimics the nature of falling snow. It is a beautiful style. Actually... let's start with total concentration breathing..."

WITH TANJIRO

Tanjiro jolted awake.

"Where am I?" He asked himself

"Y-you're awake? How? It took  me almost 300 years the first time! Why now..." a woman said confused. "Hello Tanjiro. That is your name right?"

"Who are you? Where am I? I though I died!" Tanjiro was panicking

"Woah woah woah clam down!" Said the woman pulling Tanjiro close, cradling his head and stroking his hair. "My name is Tamayo, I saved you before you could die. I'm sorry I couldn't save your family from the demons swarming the mountain."

Tanjiro felt calmed by her soft voice "oh..." but then he smelled it. That smell. He jerked up. "I can smell them. Where are they." Tanjiro began to shake in fear.

"I am one of them. And so are you now." She replied. "I had to turn you to save you. I just didn't expect it to work this fast."

"Wait I'm a demon?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, but it was the only way. At least you aren't feral like those savages. You won't have to eat much at all." Tamayo said.

Tanjiro looked over to a mirror in the room. He had gone from 5'10 to 6'6

The whites of his eyes had gone to red and his irises had gone black. He was more muscular and and his face more toned. He also had sharp claws and sharp teeth.

"How handsome" Tamayo said to him smiling warmly and Tanjiro could not resist smiling back.

"Wait do I have to eat people to survive?"

"No. The process I used should allow you to feed on other demons for nourishment as well. I would hope you only eat people as a last resort. Or at least until the Kibutsuji is defeated..."

"The Who?"

"He is the king of demons. Once he is dead I will finally be happy with dying. As far as I'm concerned he is our enemy. The Demon Slayer Corps are our allies"

"Demon Slayer Corps?"

"They slay demons. It's in the name. Their master is an old friend. He authorized that once you awoke that you would be sanctioned and not be considered a threat to them. Although he may be surprised as to how fast you came back to the world of living. Unfortunately you may have to develop your own breath style... although you may find developing a style will be easier depending on what your blood art is"

"Blood Art?"

"Yes your Blood Art..."
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