There he stood, in a dark bloodied alleyway, crouching infront of the woman he had just killed -- well, whats left of her. He silently glared at the mess he made before him. He then stood up to be standing straight on his two feet, snapping his fingers together and behind him appeared two demons, who were both already bowing down in respect for him.
The two unidentified demons stayed silent and didn't say anything to the man who stood tall before them, whose entire body's behind was facing towards them.
"I want you to remove the head of the demon slayer who wears the hanafuda earrings. And bring me the one wearing an white asanoha-patterned haori, alive." He then looked over his shoulder at the demons with his intimidating plum red eyes. "Understood?"
"Yes."
"As you wish."
Was the last thing the pair of the unknown demons had said before disappearing out of the demon king's sight.
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AFTER THE WHOLE ordeal, both the male slayers walked back together where (M/n) has left Nezuko behind. He had already apologized to Tanjiro for leaving her alone, but the burgundy male just responded it was all his fault all along and started apologizing as well.
"Just- let's just say we're both at fault, okay?" The pupilless boy finally said after a few minutes. "Oh, o-okay.." his comrade agreed, it was the most mature thing after all.
"Say (M/n).." Tanjiro quietly spoke up, the latter beside him perked up by the mention of his name, "did you also see... him?"
The white-haired latter was quiet for a moment. "Yeah. I did," He stated after a while, "though, it's weird."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, he had a surprised look on his face. He looked like he recognized me... he might've recognized you too." (M/n) explained, as he furrowed his eyebrows.
