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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting s...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 」 𝐏 𝐋 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆
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When (Y/N) blinked her eyes open, she was still in the Infinity Fortress, but instantly she knew something was wrong when her mind flooded with the memories of what had happened only a few moments prior, springing upward and looking down at her hands to see that her nails had sharpened into claws, a telltale sign that she was a demon.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" She shrieked as she clawed at her face and skin, the wounds only taking a few seconds to heal since she had just been turned. "KIBU—" She stopped herself before she could say the progenitor's full name, knowing that now as a demon, she was under the same curse that would make her explode if she said it, instead muttering, "Fuck..."
That little shit...
He made me a demon...
He made me a fucking demon...
Finally pulling away from her thoughts, she realized that the Upper Moons were still in the room with her, looking down at her from the platforms they were on above her. But something was different. The kanji in Kokushibo's, Douma's, and Akaza's eyes were the same, but Gyokko's eyes—he sneering down at her, still upset from their fight—now had the kanji for 'Upper Four' in his eyes, Gyutaro and Daki had the kanji for 'Upper Five' in their eyes, and Enmu had the kanji for 'Upper Six' in his eyes.
He was no longer a Lower Moon.
Because she had slaughtered Hantengu cruelly, and because Muzan no longer needed Lower Moons since they were weak and useless to him, Enmu's status was promoted.
She growled at them.
"You damn demons..." (Y/N) raked her hand through her hair in disbelief, her eyes wide and looking at them in an almost insane way. "You really turned me into one of you... me, a Hashira... I'm gonna now make your deaths really fucking painful!"
"You'll never be able to kill us, (Y/N)-chan," Douma cooed sweetly from where he stood, his cheeks lit pink in delight when taking in her new form that glared up at him in that same vicious way she did as a human, ecstasy flooding his senses. "We'll never allow ourselves to die by your hand, nor will we allow you to die at our hands now. If anything, Muzan-sama would love to see you perish from the blades of those you called friends."
"YOU FUCKI—" before she could finished her sentence, Nakime strummed her Biwa, and she fell through one of doors and out of the Infinity Fortress.
Landing with a grunt of pain on the cold ground, (Y/N) could feel her anger spiking as she pushed herself up again, whirling around with her sword raised in case she wasn't really safe and they hadn't just let her go. After a tantalizing silence that was only broken by the soft chirps of the crickets, she let out a sigh and lowered the katana.
