Hashira Loving Demon

One - Demon

Over the century that I wandered, I had never once considered the value of a human life. I was once human, but that was so long ago that I didn't remember how it felt. What was fear? What was love? I didn't remember and I didn't care.

I knew power, strength, and speed. What did anything else matter? Humans were fragile creatures with short lifespans. They died so easily. Illness, injury, even a simple accident could wipe out their life.

I was a demon. I didn't have to worry about any of that. All I needed was to follow Lord Muzan's orders and make my way through the ranks. I wanted to be one of the Upper Six. I wanted to be stronger than I was, to have more of Lord Muzan's blood and be even stronger.

I killed humans and never felt remorse. Some of them were even members of the Demon Slayer Corps. They were never a match for me. I didn't even have to use my blood demon art to take them out.

And there I was, standing over the body of a demon slayer I had just killed. Easy kill. He was slow, and couldn't react fast enough. Sometimes I got bored and played with the humans. Tonight was one of those nights.

I let him think he was close to killing me. And just as I saw hope fill his eyes, I turned the tables and that hope disappeared. I watched as the blood left his body and his eyes went blank. How pitiful.

As I stood over his body, staring down at him, I sensed another presence approaching at high speed. I glanced up, and in the blink of an eye, a sword was at my throat.

I threw my arm out, hitting the slayer, and they were sent flying. Another weak demon slayer. I turned, not feeling like playing anymore. Dawn was approaching and I couldn't drag this out anymore. I had to kill this human quickly.

He stood, and surprising me, he was still filled with strength. Who was this slayer? And then my eyes widened with realization.

"A Hashira." I said.

I have heard of these swordsmen, but never come across one. These were supposed to be the strongest among the Demon Slayer Corps. They were able to kill us with ease. Even our lower ranks were continually killed by these swordsmen.

I ran forward with a smile. If I could take out a Hashira, then Lord Muzan would surely praise me and give me more blood. And then I could take my place among the twelve, and make my way to the Upper ranks.

He charged toward me as I got closer, his sword was raised and I could see that his target was my neck. It was always the neck.

But when I took a better look at him, I froze. This Hashira had something about him that struck me. I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt him.

I planted my feet into the ground and kicked hard, pulling myself away, dodging his sword, and jumped into the air. I stared at him below me, watching me with those eyes. They were beautiful. His hair was long, and it framed his face in the most beautiful way. I couldn't hurt him. This was the first time in one hundred and thirty eight years that I had ever found a human so beautiful. I landed a distance away and we both stood still.

"What's your name, Hashira?" I asked.

He ignored me and charged forward. Of course his goal was to kill me. I was a demon. It was his job to kill me, and he thought he was going to succeed. I couldn't let that happen. I needed to know more about this human. This beautiful Hashira.

I glanced at his sword, and it was the usual blade these swordsmen used to kill us with. And my eyes widened at the color of the blade. It was beautiful. To be killed by this blade wouldn't be so bad, but I had other plans.

I leaned back, avoiding the blade at my neck, and he continued forward. I continued to avoid the attacks and stared at his beautiful face. The determination, the confidence, the strength. It was all so stunning.