A story in which tanjiro kamado, main protagonist of demon slayer, mysteriously gets transported 480 years back in time to meet two certain twins you may be aware of.
Warning ⚠️
This story contains a lot of blood (obviously since there's slaying)...
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Sorry for not updating in a while. My motivation is very low <3. ______________________________________
You can't be serious... nezuko? Tokito-kun? Uppermoon 1? No... no... why...
They could die...
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"Shinobu, leave the demon hunters.. I know your working hard, and you really, really are.. but maybe... you're better off... with a normal life.."
"I just want you to obtain happiness like any other normal girl would... and live until you turn really old.." A small fit of coughs could be heard from the slowly dying older woman.
"Thats... enough... for me..."
"NO!" Screamed out the younger woman. "I WONT EVER QUIT!! AND J WILL AVENGE YOU FOR SURE!" Tears could be seen falling from her eyes as she is witnessing her own sister's death.
"TELL ME!! WHAT WAS THIS DEMON! WHO BEAT YOU JUST NOW!" She kept struggling while speaking as her eyes were blurring slowly due to her cries.
"Just tell me... kanae nee-san... please." She spoke in a calmer tone even though her soft sniffles were heard.
"I can't live a normal life after someone did this to you.."
The older sister was starting to close her eyes her pulse barely heard anymore...
"NEE-SAN!" The younger woman yelled out.
It was a demon... with blood stains on the top of his head.
"Why hello there~ very nice to meet you! My name is douma. It's a very nice night out tonight isn't it?"
Doma is a very tall young man with a lean but toned and muscular body, who is of a notably pale complexion and possessed unusually long, pointed nails that appeared to be stained with a pale blue color. He possesses long platinum blond hair that he wore parted to his right, the shorter parts around his face seeming to flare out to either side around his head, curving backwards with one lock slanting down to the right of his face to fall between his eyes, while the longer parts were left to drape centrally down his back in a thinning spiral.
He always gives a carefree smile and he speaks in a calm gentle like manner.
"H...HE-.... HELP- HELP ME!" What looks like a woman in her early twenties yelled out towards the demon slayer on the other side of the room.
"Shhh.. we're talking right now..." The demon known as douma spoke out as he bluntly went ahead and used his blood demon art killing the woman...
