𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

九十

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝒀 」
𝐄 𝐍 𝐆 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄

꧁꧂

    Appearing directly behind (Y/N), Gyomei, and Genya from Nakime's portal, Muzan immediately moved to strike his hand through Genya's heart since he was the weakest out of all of them. Unfortunately, the presence of his immediate bloodlust alerted (Y/N) and she had been able to move in front of Genya just in time to negate Muzan's attack. Though she was choking out blood from the way Muzan had stabbed his arm right through her chest, her eyes held a powerful glare that cut through him.

Genya stood still, shocked.

This was the fourth time that she had moved to protect him.

This time it hurt her.

Gritting his teeth, trying to calm the elation he felt at (Y/N)'s actions, he didn't waste another second as he then pulled out his gun and shot Muzan in the face without hesitation. However, chills upon chills ran down Genya's spine when Muzan's head only regenerated as quickly as it was gone, his red eyes like that of a cat's sliding over to meet his own in a dangerous stare. Fortunately, Gyomei stepped in front of Genya with a chained spiked flail and axe, the weapon hanging dangerously from his grip that was infused with the intent to kill.

"I commend you for still trying to defy me, as I sense that you are quite strong," Muzan stated with a wicked smirk as his eyes flit from Gyomei's to (Y/N)'s, his arm still in her chest with her blood dripping to the ground in a steady motion, an obsessive gleam present in the hues that made her recoil. "But no matter what you do... I will be taking (Y/N) with me. And then... the Demon Slayer Corps will be completely destroyed."

"You little shit!" (Y/N) scowled at him, her nails digging harshly into his arm that he refused to take back, her lips stretching back into a snarl. "I'm gonna fucking kill you so that I can finally get some damn peace and quiet!"

He laughed.

She sneered.

"No matter how far away you run, it's futile," he commented as he raised his other hand to brush lightly against her cheek, not bothered by the fact that she tried to jerk away from his touch. "If anything, it's almost amusing to watch."

"Die, bitch!" She yelled, unsheathing her sword and slicing it through his arm.

Bounding away from him, she wrenched his decapitated arm out of her chest and threw it away, both of them regenerating easily. Her Mark seeming to flare along her neck, (Y/N) let out a primal screech of anger as she flew towards Muzan, not letting up on any of her attacks even if he only dodged. Gyomei also didn't hesitate to step in, tears streaming down his cheeks as he did so.