Uhh, so I accidentally started the chapter with some gore ('；ω；｀)'', mb 🥲
3rd person's pov:
"Ah...fuck" the scarred male muttered.
"Help! Please!", the women screeched, begging for help as the demon tore her head off. It was barbaric, with splatters of blood spluttering everywhere which was akin to a bloody rainfall.
The male grunted, eyes squeezing shut whilst he gripped his head tightly.
"Don't eat me! I-" a stranger chocked out, struggling to speak with a gaping hole in chest.
The scarred male's hands trembled and his heart thumped against his chest, his body quivering as each passing scene flashed in his head.
A young girl who was unfortunate enough to fall in the hands of a demon. Her body was gruesomely hacked open, leaving her intestines on display whilst flies surrounded her dead corpse. Her face was a bloated purple and her dead body reeked of a stench.
He wanted to forget it.
An elderly grandfather with souless eyes as his jaw dangled from his face. His chest was caved in and the slashes on his cheeks formed what seem to be flaps that flanned openly.
He wanted to forget it.
The demon drove a sharp nail into the ear of a woman with an eccentric screech. It laughed in delight when it's victim trashed helplessly in its grip. It drove the finger deeper into the ear, wiggling it around before boreing his finger out of the skull by the eye socket. The woman's cries soften and her head jerked when the demon pulled her, effectively snapping her neck by the sheer force of the pull.
He wanted to forget it.
A sinister cheer rose from the demon's throat as each crunch of the bones sent ecstacy up its spine. It quivered in the pleasure, snickering and drooling as the sounds of the children's screams rang in its ears. It grabbed an unfortunate child and licked its lips, opening it's jaws to sink it's teeth into the toddler's arms before ripping a chunk of flesh out.
He wanted to forget it all.
"Fuck!" Sanemi yelled, slamming a fist into the table before downing a shot of alcohol. He coughed at the burning sensation running down his throat, and clenched the innocent glass with a ragging - yet sorrowful strength. He glared at the table, fingers curling into a tight fist whilst a gentle breeze tickled his ear.
Why does this always happen?
He didn't sign up for this shit, he wasn't keen on seeing all those dead bodies, he wasn't willing to witness the gruesome deaths of those innocent civilians. He was reluctant to recall the memory, yet, why is it always playing in the back of his mind? Why do those images reside there? Why?
He hated the corpses, he disliked how each corpse haunted him daily with a never ending cycle of torment to his feeble mind. He may have resentment demons, and he pited towards those who fell victim to their hands but this doesn't signify that he was okay with their deaths. He wanted to forget all their pleas of help and he couldn't.
The wind hashira stared at the grains engraved onto the wooden table with exhausted eyes. He poured himself a cup and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the bitter taste of the beer - which was at the very least better than the terrors which resided in his head.
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