In a cursed world of bloodthirsty demons, civilians look up to those who stand up to their evil deeds. Those people are called the, "Demon Slayer Corps", a group of powerful individuals with the goal to end the demon's wrath once and for all.
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Jumping down the trap door, the familiar stench of blood, rot, and death hits my nose like a boulder. It's the familiar scent of demons. Looking ahead, a rather long, narrow tunnel meets my eyes as only a small light can be seen near the end; readying my sword, I slowly creep my way down the tunnel, the scent of death only getting stronger the deeper I go to where I can nearly taste it.
Making my way towards the end of the tunnel, to my right is a shoddily made wooden door that's utterly stained with blood and claw marks. A faint candlelight shines through the cracks and I ready my sword in a stance.
"Frost Breathing, Fifth Form: Icicle Pierce!" I say under my breath
Frost begins to cover my blade point and I thrust it forward through the door, shattering it completely as I bust into the room. Immediately readying myself for battle, I'm greeted with only piles of bones and rotted flesh inside this small room. Looking around, human bones lay scattered and piled all around this room as if they were infesting it like maggots, many still lined with clumps of now rotted flesh still on them.
"Tch" I scoff, "Looks like the rats have left their nest. But when? There must be another exit somewhere if they managed to get past me at this time of the day..." I say to myself as I begin looking around the room
Stepping further into the room, bones crack and crunch under my feet as if I were stepping on twigs, the smell of the room is putrid with a mixture of dried blood and rotted flesh as flies and maggots make up 99% of the life that lies in this oversized coffin. That's only if you count demons as having "lives".
Holding back my breath as much as I can, I shift around the rancid room as I look for a possible exit. When finally, I feel a gentle breeze brush against my ankles as I stand near the back wall. Kneeling down and brushing aside a pile of bones, I'm greeted with a small tunnel— a small amount of light leaks out from the end as the gentle breeze flows through, telling me that it leads to the town outside.
"Here it is~" I smirk to myself as I crouch down onto all fours and start crawling through the tunnel
Crawling through the escape tunnel, at the end I'm met with a hole that I'm to squeeze through. In which one I'm out, I find myself in a tight alleyway that I find myself having to pinch my way out of. Looking around, I find myself in a dead end street with houses that look to be nearly falling over from the poor conditions.
"No marks on the ground, they've likely taken to the rooftops..." I note as I look around for any sort of clues
I look to the sky and see that the sun has pretty much set, with whatever sunlight remains being blocked out by the crumbling houses. I then remember the woman I had previously encountered, her eyes of pure sorrow linger in my mind as her words repeat in my head.
