Creation- Demon slayer fanfic

Chapter 13

Rain beats down as I lay, face up to the sky, in the sticky grass. The ground around me is soaked in my blood, staining it a dark red. The pain doesn't subside, however my consciousness does.  Is this it? Am I going to die without figuring out who or even what I am? My vision goes blurry as a steady drumming noise fills my ears. I didn't even kill one demon here.

" I bled, but nothing happened," I whimper, choking on my own blood.

Tears roll down the sides of my face.

" Nothing...happened."

I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker as the drumbeats carry on. Eventually, I close my eyes and except it. There's no way I can fight anymore anyways, even if I survive. The panic has subsided and in it's place there's a feeling of guilt. If anyone dies from that spider demon...it's my fault. I couldn't protect them...

I open my eyes to find the same village from the dream before. However,  this time I'm farther from the ground, meaning I'm taller. I'm not as tall as I am...well was... in the present time though. The same shadow that lit my sister on fire is standing in front of me.

The voice said that these dreams are memories...so are they my own?

" You are to go to the Nikusaki village and murder them all," the man states.

" But I don't want to kill anymore innocent humans!" I reply.

The man looks at me furious.

" How dare you disobey my orders! Besides you are only not human because I changed you!"

" W-what do you mean?" I ask, startled.

" Doesn't matter! It didn't even work! Now go kill those people!"

The man stomps out of the room and suddenly the dream shifts and warps. Now, I'm in a small village, blood spread out across the ground. Before me stands a child, one younger than Tanjiro.

" You... you killed my mommy," the child whimpers.

I squint my eyes in pain and guilt. I didn't have a choice it appears. Why am I being shown this now? It's a little late for anything, considering I'm dead.

" Sorry kid, I'm only following orders," I answer.

" Orders?! To kill people who don't deserve it?!" the child shouts, tears pouring out of his eyes.

I wince and look at the ground.

" He'll kill me if I don't and I can't let my sister's sacrifice be in vain..." I trail off.

So she was my sister. Grief spreads through me like weeds spread through a garden.

" So kill the ones responsible!" the child cries, voice cracking, " not my family! Don't take from others what you don't have!"

My eyes go wide and my breathing halts. I don't have a mother nor do I have a sibling anymore. No one from my village likes me because I look human and am the son of our king... I don't have any family left. I killed my sister... I killed my mother during birth! I'm just a curse! Tears form at my eyes and I screw up my face. I drop to the ground, hugging my knees to my chest. Pain shoots through my heart. It's all my fault! If I had never been born my family could've had a happy life! The village would have been happier!

I'm dragged into another memory. Now I'm in my own village, standing over a pile of bodies.

" You dare oppose our village?" the man, or my father, asks.

" You're the one who killed her! You killed them both by wanting a second child!" I cry.

" I did want a stronger one! But you are just worthless! I messed with your atoms and yet you are still a pathetic little human! I'm a demon and I gave birth to YOU?! How embarrassing! No wonder why your mother left the day you were born! It's because she knew how useless you would be! Your sister died because she no longer wanted to share the same air as you! You will never amount to anything!"

I pause. I'm the son of a demon? No, that's impossible. 

" You were human when you were born, just like your mother! You are so pitifully weak that you had no attributes of a demon, so I gave you some! But that didn't work, now did it?" My father snorts.

My mother was human and my father was a demon? Confusion is the only way to describe what I'm feeling right now. It feels as if my whole world has been turned around. I...was given demon attributes?

" My blood demon jutsu allows me to move atoms in blood, but I figured out a way to change your DNA! EVEN WITH ME HELPING, YOU ARE STILL AS USELESS AS THE DAY YOU WERE BORN! No wonder why you couldn't protect -Tanjiro and Nezuko-," he scoffs, voice glitching on their names.

Protect Tanjiro and Nezuko? But I didn't know them then.

" I COULDN'T PROTECT MY SISTER BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT I DID IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH FOR YOU! I'LL SHOW YOU! I'LL SHOW YOU HOW STRONG I CAN BE!" I shout, voice cracking and tears streaming down my face.

Blood whirls around me and my skin turns gray. My face clicks and I can feel sharp teeth push out of my gums. I'm turning into what I was when I first met Tanjiro, but a little different. The blood is my own and it turns into weapons that attach themselves to my forearms as I leap at my father.

Blinking my eyes open, I realize that I'm back in the real world. I check to see if it was all a dream, if my arm is still there. However, it's not. Blood still pours out of the open wound. I notice that my skin is gray, the same gray from the dream. I raise my left hand to my face, feeling for that same mouth. Sure enough, it's there.

Anger boils through me as my vision fades to red.

Revenge is in order.