That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Demon In Demon Slayer

The Start Of It All

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you balance on a single beam of metal hundreds of feet off the ground, you tilt and sway playing a morid game of chance. High up on the rooftops of luxury-end buildings, at a party where you don't belong. It's a beautiful night in May, so you're wearing a short black dress that reaches almost all the way down your thighs. Your long hair is flowing around you like silk in the breeze. There are several people on balconies looking at the view, but they aren't paying attention to you.

As per usual, you could jump right now, and they probably wouldn't even bat an eye. That's how it's always been, nobody ever noticed you unless they wanted something, and even then it was more like a passing interest rather than genuine curiosity. You didn't really have friends here, or even acquaintances. You just existed....which is why you decided to play this game, see how long you walk on this tiny little beam before the wind knocks you off, you wobble and fall, or until you make it to the other side. But even if you made it to the other side you'd still need to cross it again, no one would miss you if you were gone anyway.....no family no friends, no purpose, you were just another face in the crowd none probably even knew your name.
Just another nobody dreaming of doing something great but became stunted by student loans, anxiety issues, and a crippling sense of inadequacy. You can barely do anything right. So maybe in death people will notice....maybe people will change, and become better.

And if it takes a sacrifice then so be it, with a heavy sigh place one foot in front of the other...but your ankles buckle and your body tumbles off the side sending you free-falling.
The wind whips your hair into your face and the cold air chills you to the bone. For a second it feels....almost euphoric, you feel right and weightless in a way that you never had in life. As you plummet to the ground you close your eyes, the last thing to reach your ears being a soft shout of "Y/N". Look at that someone did know you're name, when you hit the ground you expect pain. But it never comes, instead, the ground feels soft...nothing like a city sidewalk should feel.

There's no honking cars or horrified passerby's screaming either so you open your eyes, looking around confused instead of the city streets of L.A. you find yourself in a lush forest. It almost seems familiar but you don't really know from what. You can just barely make out the sound of voices speaking above you, everything's blurry and unfocused as your eyes try and adjust to the dark, you feel yourself being hoisted up by a set of strong arms you're cradled gently, and being moved.
"A-....yo- ight?" The voice calm and deep speaks but it's like your brain was scrambled all you could make out was a blur of blue eyes and inky black hair, "I-I'm fine" you manage to stutter as you blink a couple of times to settle your eyes.

Looking up you saw a beautiful man with pale skin, he was looking down at you with glass eyes, so beautiful yet so....impassive.
You were momentarily stunned, so much so that you didn't hear him asking you a question..."Are you injured he asked" and you slowly shook your head. "Um" is all you utter before he notices the trail of blood spilling down your face, "that's a nasty head wound...I know someone who can help hold on". You try and do as he says, but you find yourself slipping from consciousness as your head became light. A sharp pain in your head startles you awake, and your eyes flutter rapidly as you try and make sense of everything. The man from before is gone, and you find yourself kneeling in a circle with six other people. Only they weren't normal people, not by a long shot, one of them the closest was tall with flowing ash blonde hair and the most peculiar Iridescent eyes, his smile was wide but.....not friendly it was predatory in nature.

"Y/N-chan Y/N-chan falling asleep while the Masters talking, how rude" he spoke in a low tone while he crawled towards you. Your lips parted briefly to respond when suddenly your face was splattered with warm crimson spray, as another one of the people kicked the other male's head clean off. You flinch at the sudden display of aggression and furiously try and wipe the blood from your face as the new male was grappled by another one and forced into a kneeling position, "Akaza......Douma....the Master has called us here for important matters, not another one of your senseless battles. Handle your issues later and stop interrupting" the tallest of the three males spoke glaring down at you with his six golden eyes.