Chapter 82: 𝐕𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬

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Parallel Battle

against

The Young Demon Lord 

魔王

In the depths of the subconscious realm, an eerie silence fell.

Y/n stood before the gathered demon slayers, Giyuu, Sanemi, Obanai, Mitsuri, Tanjiro, and Nezuko .

His white hair flowing like ghostfire, crimson veins pulsing through it. The corrupted markings across his body glowed faintly, and the oppressive aura around him.

The demon slayers froze, stunned by the twisted transformation.

"It can't be." Giyuu's voice broke the silence, filled with disbelief.

Y/n flexed his fingers, inspecting his new form as his expression blank.

Her claws grasp on the boy's face, and make him look at her as she leaned closer. Y/n's eyes met with hers.

"Y/n!" Giyuu stepped forward, desperation in his voice. "If there's even a part of you still in there, you have to fight back! Take your soul back! Take your body back! That nightmare she showed you, it isn't real! She's manipulating you!"

Y/n's eyes met his ancestor's.

"It... doesn't matter anymore." His voice was hollow. "I'm tired of fighting. Everything hurts. Everything aches. And the only thing that makes sense now..."

A twisted grin curled on his lips. "...is killing. Everyone."

Giyuu grabbed the young boy by his shoulders. "Your Quirk messed you up so bad! Pull yourself together!" 

However, Y/n slapped away Giyuu's arms and pushed him.

"Giyuu-san!" Tanjiro exclaimed.

"Tomioka-san!" Mitsuri added.

"That brat!" Sanemi clenched his teeth.

"Don't touch me. You of all people should've known, it was always going to end like this." Y/n raised his hand, and Abyssweaver came soaring through the air, its crimson core pulsing as it locked into his grip.

The Abyssweaver's blade is a crescent-shaped scythe fused with jagged edges like a serrated fang, extending slightly like a halberd's spear-tip at the top for stabbing motions.

"No! We're not giving up on you Y/n!" Tanjiro shouted.

"In that case, I erase you from my heart.." 

With a flick of his hand, the corrupted chains lashed out like serpents, surging toward the Hashira and Nezuko with explosive force. The group scattered just in time, narrowly avoiding the assault as the ground cracked.

Sanemi lunged at Y/n with his blade. 

But Y/n's chains moved instinctively, coiling into a shield that blocked the strike. One of the chains morphed, sharpening into a brutal spike aimed straight at the Wind Hashira's chest.

Sanemi luckily jumps back away before it could impale him. 

"Serpent Breathing, Second Form: Venom Fangs of the Narrow Head!"
(Hebi no kokyū, Ni no kata: Kyōzu no Dokuga)

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