𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅

01 || welcome to hell

𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥

❝𝗠𝘆, 𝗺𝘆! 𝗦𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁!❞

▬▬WARNING:
MILD LANGUAGE

MAN EATER!
ACT 000: CHAPTER 01:
WELCOME TO HELL

THE MOMENT your eyes started slowly fluttering open, you were met by a young demon slayer who was prompting your head up for you and her to be able to see each other from eye to eye. With a beautiful smile intact on her flawless skin, anyone would be captivated and deceived by her beauty alone.
 
"Oh, you're finally dead, huh? Good to know. Now I can pass on peacefully now too." She uttered, completely satisfied that you were finally in the dark abyss where your faiths would be sealed, the aftermath of both your bloodshed. "I see Kanao and Inosuke finished you off wonderfully. I'm glad they're still alive and have finished you off greatly in my honor." A genuine smile crawled its way up her face as her grip on your head tightened. You could feel her fingertips sinking into your bare skim—not that you didn't mind, after all. You couldn't really act upon the pain since the sensation was quite foreign.
 
"Ah, who are you again?" you mindlessly asked, curious as to who she was. Your optimistic tone wasn't missing a beat either; even in the afterlife, you still haven't dropped your enthusiasm act. The woman thought as she blankly stared at your decapitated head. She didn't entertain your question, as she only stared at you when you perked up as if you finally remembered something: "Wait, ah! now I remember, you're the butterfly girl! Are you perhaps Kanae or Shinobu?"
 
"There is no need for you to remember me or my sister's name, and more frankly, I would like you to not utter our names ever again, you disgusting piece of fuckass," she remarked with a calm tone. A closed-eyed smile displayed on her face, her sickeningly sweet tone not missing a beat either; not even bothering to acknowledge her insult. In fact, your smile only grew even more at this: "Your poison was absolutely amazing! I didn't even feel it in my body!" You praised the woman who's gripped, only tightening around your decapitated head.
 
She ignored your so-called 'compliments' and then proceeded to explain how Tamayo, the demon traitor, helped her formulate the wisteria poison that eventually killed you and would kill Kibutsuji Muzan. After her explanation, you couldn't help but stare at her with an agape expression. Somehow, you felt your face getting hot. "Hm? What is this feeling?" you blurted out, to which she hummed in a questioning manner.

"What's what you disgusting filth?"
 
"I don't have my body intact with me anymore... but I feel like my heart is beating really fast. Is this what love feels like? You're very pretty, Shinobu." Shinobu could only stare blankly at your talkative head, not exactly knowing how to react to your ass compliments, but it did strike a nerve in her.
 
"So this feeling really does exist, huh? So does heaven and hell also exist?" Shinobu's patience was running thin from your head alone. "Hey Shinobu, wanna go to hell with me?" You gleed, a hopeful expression displayed, hoping she would consider your offer.
 
Shinobu's smile only tightened, a vein bulging on her forehead as her grip on you tightened. You could feel your jaw being slowly crushed. "Go fuck yourself in hell, shitface." With that, she finally dropped your head into the pitch-black darkness of the void, eventually engulfing you.

You felt a ringing going throughout your head and groaned; it felt like you'd been hit by a hammer in the head. In pain, you slowly opened your eyes and tried adjusting to the lights that were flashing rapidly in every direction in your vicinity. It didn't quite help when the pain you felt from waking up hit you with a massive migraine. That fall from going down must've hurt you that badly when you saw crimson red painting down onto your pale hands. Wait, hands?
 
You curiously looked down and saw that your lower body was now full back and was now attached to your head again. You let out a satisfied hum. It was a marvelous feeling to be able to feel around you again. After being relieved that you'd gotten your body back to its original form, you took a quick glance everywhere and noticed the sky was painted a dark crimson-red.
 
Various buildings and skyscrapers surrounding you that were advertising drugs and prostitution, and other multiple symbols flickering everywhere in your vision, were making your early migraine worse. You also took the fact that sexual intimacy was very common here in this unknown place you've been bestowed upon, since you kept seeing people doing unnecessary things in their bedroom windows or even in the streets as if they were wild animals going through heat.

But that was besides that point. What really caught your attention was a gigantic tower with red flashing neon LED lights, which was, to say the least, an eyesore.
 
It was a tall and huge billboard that was just displayed in the middle of this obnoxious city. It had a bold font for the text, and the flickering red neon lights were adding to its obnoxious attraction to any passerby.
 
"[WELCOME TO HELL!]"
 
Oh? You could feel a smile creep its way up to your face. Fluttering your eyelashes in slight disbelief, you unexpectedly let out a cackle. A chilling cackle echoing through the alley you were stranded in sent shivers down the spines of passersby, who hurriedly quickened their pace, unnerved by the unsettling sound. You were delightfully ecstatic at the new-found information you learned today; in fact, you were quite excited. So that butterfly girl was right!
 
"My, my! So hell really does exist!"