ⵊ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴋɪɴɢs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

III

....Welcome...

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Some nightmares don't end when we open
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The demon grinned.

Tanjiro: "'another'?"

Hand demon: "Little fox cub, what is the year of Meji now?"

The large demon asked as his arm regenerated.

Tanjiro: "it's the Taisho Period now!"

The demon pondered for a moment, staring around in a train of thought.

Hand demon: "Taisho?.."

The demons features darkened in rage. Before the demon lashed out, stomping in vexation. He clawed at his skin. Letting out angry yowls.

Hand demon: "Holy crap!!"

Hand demon: "Time has passed into a new Period?!"

Hand demon: "Again! Again while I've been held prisoner inside this place!"

Hand demon: "Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"

Hand demon: "Damn you Urokodaki! Damn you Urokodaki! Damn you Urokodaki! Damn you Urokodaki!"

In the midsts of the demons screaming, the burgundy haired boy queried.

Tanjiro: "How do you know Urokodaki-San?"

Hand demon: "I know him alright! Because Urokodaki is the one who captured me!"

Hand demon: "I'll never forget that day 47 years ago!"

Y/N: 'Holding a grudge for 47 years?'

Hand demon: "Back when he was still hunting demons! It was the Edo Period during the Keio Era"

Tanjiro: "Hunting demons? Edo Period?"

Y/N was stultified , he wanted to see some more blood shed and less talking. He would do it himself, but watching weak humans get crushed in the process is more stimulating.

Boy: "Your lying!"

Boy: "No demon has ever lived that long!"

Boy: "The only demons here should be the ones who've eaten just two or three humans!"

Boy: "They don't live long because they're killed during Final Selection, and they even eat their own kind!"

Y/N cringed, eating their own kind? Nauseating.

Hand demon: "Yeah, but I've survived all this time. Inside this wisteria prison, I've eaten at least 50 of you brats"

Y/N: '50? Pathetic'

Tanjiro: "50?"

The demons arms raised his fingers held in a counting motion.