Damnation

Prologue

KNY will be set in the 1600s

She had done it. She had finally found the Blue Spider Lily. Power filled her veins as she looked down at her enemies. No one could stop her, for she was truly immortal.

Euphoria and excitement filled her body, as demon slayers rushed her, still determined to win this fight. God it felt so good to her. She loved hearing their pained cries as they were horribly killed.

Nobody stood a chance, not the Hashira, and certainly not that wretched Kamado boy. Even her remaining upper-moons were killed. Nobody was saved, everyone crumpled underneath her as she merrily pranced around in a drunken like state.

Soon enough it ended, her high wore down, and she looked at the people in pity. No, she didn't feel bad for killing them, she was sad they didn't put up enough of a fight.

She let out a sigh, and walked away.

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Many years had gone by. All demons had been killed by Kibutsuji. The ones that were spared were used as toys, but they had soon died as well. The Demon Slayer corps had disbanded. Nobody was willing to go against the Demon King. All other demons were dead, so who would they even fight?

Kibutsuji Y/N lived without a care, she got what she wanted, no matter who was in the way. Some retired Demon Slayers tried to go against her, but they always died.

This cycle grew boring to the immortal female. No one could fight her, no one intrigued her, no one could even get close to Kibutsuji without being killed in a few days.

Eventually this cycle grew so boring, she left. She left Japan, she left her home country, hoping that maybe somewhere else things would be better.

She hopped from country to country, meeting and fighting different people. Sometimes she would settle in a place for about 50 years, before inevitably leaving to find somewhere new. Someplace that would make her happy.

'Happy?'

'That's a word I haven't used in a long time. How hypocritical of me, to think that I could be Happy'

This was true. For how could someone as cruel as her be happy. Happiness and hope are nothing but deceitful tricks to let your guard down. And before you know it, a knife is stuck in your back, and you'll die.

This is common in the life of humans, but you were above that. You were above all of these people. You were God. You walked freely in the sun, and hunted like a beast at night. 

Soon enough, you ended all the way in England. It was around the 1870's, and you decided to settle down once again.

You accumulated money, and soon bought yourself a lonely manor far away from people. You walked the streets wearing only the finest dresses or classiest suits.

Ten years had gone by without you noticing, everything simply blurring together into an unclear mesh. Though, there was one time, where your vision cleared.

You were sitting in a bar, hoping to find something interesting here. You were a suit tonight, hoping to look more like the people around you. You decided to keep your feminine features despite the weird looks people gave you, who cared what they thought.

You observed as a blonde child, maybe 13-14 played chess with someone more than double his age. Despite that, the young man seemed to be winning. Soon, he won.

You didn't know what really happened, but suddenly the grimy looking adult swung a bottle of alcohol at the boy. You didn't think, you just moved.

Your hand caught the bottle just in time, even though you were halfway across the bar when it happened. All noise had quieted down, everyone looking at the three of you in anticipation.

"Pardon me sir, but it isn't polite to harm a child, especially when they've done nothing wrong. As far as I saw, this young man beat you fairly."

Your face remained stiff, and cold. You didn't really care about anyone here, you just wanted to do something.

"This cheeky little rat obviously cheated! He's brought disgrace onto me, and for that he deserves everything I'm doing to him."

"You've brought disgrace upon yourself. It's not his fault you're dumber than the rats crawling along these streets. Perhaps that's why you're here. Perhaps you're a disappointment to your family, perhaps your wife and children left you, or perhaps you're nothing but a hopeless pig rotting away here."

Maybe you went a little overboard, but he kind of deserved it. Men like this sickened you, wasting away their life by sitting and doing nothing. They were given healthy bodies, they were given a chance to do something great.

You finally let go of the shocked man's arm, before turning around and gripping the blondes shoulder instead. You walked over to the bartender, asked for a bottle of whiskey, payed, and left.