I'm sorry I just really wanted to do this..
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"Easy for you to say, but.." Muzan glowered down at the lower rank. "What? Go on, finish that thought."
Shit! He can read my mind! This is bad!
"Why is it bad?" Muzan asked, red eyes slitting. "Go ahead, say it."
And then he snapped. Easy for you to say, you're the demon king. You pick on and force your 'servants' to do your work for you, even though we all know full well that you could kill the entirety of the Demon Slayer Corps with the snap of a finger. Kamanue glared up at his superior, whose veins were now bulging and eyes flashing with rage.
In the blink of an eye, he was upside down, held up by Muzan's mutated arm. The mouth on the mass of muscle bit down harder, and Kamanue felt a sharp pain in his waist and tears form in his eyes. Yet, even as he bled profusely, he found himself not caring, even daring to stare Muzan directly in his terrible red eyes. Muzan's face showed no emotion as blood rained down.
The mouth sunk its teeth in more, and Kamanue started to disintegrate, being absorbed by the demon king. And yet, he still had the audacity and strength to say one last hateful thing. "You may have saved me, but I think I would've rather died as a human than served you."
Blood rained down and painted the stage red.
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Demonslayer Short Stories
FanfictionIdeas that didn't have enough motivation and ships. Requests are taken on any page; no designated request page. Fluff, angst, song animation, & smut. Will contain smut, be warned.
