Crimson Vengeance: The Demon Reckoning (a Demon Slayer Fanic)

Ancestral Echoes

In the chamber where their paths converged, the tense silence was shattered as Muzan Kibutsuji's chilling laughter continued to echo through the dimly lit space. His sinister presence seemed to fill every nook and cranny, and the group of friends could feel his malevolence pressing in on them.

With an eerie grace, Muzan emerged from the shadows, his eyes glowing crimson as he surveyed the group before him. He reveled in their fear and uncertainty, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Ah, what do we have here? A pitiful assembly of demon slayers and their companions. You've come so far, only to meet your doom."

Besani's emerald-green eyes met Muzan's with a mixture of anger and fear. She had faced this demon lord countless times, and each encounter had been a painful reminder of her failures. But this time was different—she had allies by her side, friends who stood ready to protect her.

Muzan's gaze fell upon Besani, and he couldn't resist taunting her. "Ah, Besani, my dear. It's been a while, hasn't it? How many times have you failed me now? And here you are, befriending your own food. Pathetic."

Besani clenched her fists, her voice trembling with a newfound resolve. "I'll never serve you again, Muzan. I've found a new purpose, and I won't let you control me any longer."

Muzan's expression shifted from mockery to rage as he seethed with fury. "Betrayal after betrayal, Besani. And now, this insolence." He took a menacing step toward her. "You've severed the connection I had with you. How dare you!"

Inosuke, whose bonds with Besani had grown stronger during their journey through the castle, couldn't stand idly by. He stepped forward, his boar's head helmet hiding the intensity of his anger. "Hey, you! Stop yelling at her like that! Besani's strong, and she doesn't need to serve a scumbag like you!"

Muzan turned his attention to the wild-haired demon slayer, a manic gleam in his eyes. "And who might you be, little boar? Another pest here to challenge me?"

Inosuke's chest heaved with indignation. "I'm Inosuke Hashibira, and I won't let you insult my friend like that!"

The tension in the chamber continued to rise as Inosuke and Muzan exchanged heated words. But suddenly, another voice joined the fray.

Maikeru, the long-lost cousin of Muzan, stepped forward with a determined look in his eyes. "Hello, cousin," he said, his voice dripping with contempt.

Muzan's gaze shifted to Maikeru, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Maikeru, is it? You've always been a thorn in my side."

The two relatives locked eyes, their animosity palpable. As they traded insults and accusations, the group of friends watched in astonishment and horror. It was a confrontation rooted in family history, filled with bitterness and unresolved grudges.

But amidst the chaos and tension, Besani found herself standing taller, her resolve strengthening with each passing moment. She was no longer alone in her battle against Muzan, and she would fight alongside her newfound friends to bring an end to the demon lord's reign of terror.