九十四

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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 」𝐌 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆

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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 」
𝐌 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆

꧁꧂

Kagaya felt as if he couldn't breath, a dreadful sense of death and destruction washing over him that made him collapse onto the table that he was sitting at, his fists tightening.

    He knew this feeling.

    He knew it very well.

    But never before had it been this overwhelming.

    It meant that his beloved children, his Hashira and Demon Slayers, were all killed. He had felt some sort of hatred for them for daring to think that they could steal (Y/N) from him, but then they were his only hope of getting her back.

    And now they were gone.

    Slamming his fist down onto the table, completely cracking the wood, he didn't realize that his children who were in the room with him were watching him intently. Such a reaction from their father could only mean one thing: the Demon Slayers had lost, and Muzan had triumphed. As Kagaya finally looked up to meet their gazes, they saw that his usual calm violet eyes were filled with a type of anger that was never before seen.

    "Kibutsuji Muzan..." he muttered lowly, his nails scratching harshly at the wood that drew blood. "Curse him... curse him..."

    He cursed this family...

    He killed my Hashira...

    And now he's taken the woman whom I am destined to be with...

    My vision is proof of that...

    My vision...

    My... vision...

    His eyes then widened.

    Now that he was reminded of it, during his vision of (Y/N), he remembered that he had been disturbed during it, but upon awakening, he didn't remember. Until now, that is. He laughed, placing a hand to his forehead in disbelief.

    He couldn't believe it.

    The vision that he had of (Y/N) was one of warning of what she was to become. Yet there he went and completely fell in love with her. Kagaya stayed there hunched over for quite some time. He didn't look up at the sounds of flesh being sliced open and blood being spilt, nor did he look up when hearing his children scream. But when footsteps approached him and stopped right in front of him, he allowed his gaze to travel upward to see (Y/N) standing there, behind her the broken bodies of his children that she had slaughtered.

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