Solar Blade

Large Demon

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain, [Name] joined Tanjiro once more after their unsettling encounter with Douma. The chilling words of the Upper Moon demon echoed in their minds: a suggestion so outrageous that it sent shivers down [Name]'s spine. "Kill Tanjiro? No way!" The mere thought was preposterous, a notion too far removed from the reality of their bonds and shared purpose. Yet, the encounter had reinforced the danger posed by Douma, a being whose strength and cunning were as undeniable as the very essence of the moonlight that bathed the mountainside.

As they journeyed together, [Name] and Tanjiro kept their swords sheathed, a decision that felt both prudent and unnerving. The idea of engaging in hand-to-hand combat with a demon was daunting; it was a dance with death they hoped to avoid. Each step deeper into the wilderness heightened [Name]'s anxiety. Engaging in battle with a creature so formidable felt like a suicide mission, yet the stark reality was that Douma had a point. They could not risk alerting Tanjiro to any changes in their martial tactics, particularly given the heightened sensitivities of a demon slayer. Tanjiro had an uncanny ability to pick up on scents and cues, and the last thing [Name] wanted was to raise any red flags.

But lurking beneath that rationale was another lingering fear: would Tanjiro start to grow suspicious of [Name] if they refrained from using their blade? The thought gnawed at [Name]'s mind, a distraction they couldn't afford amidst the chaos surrounding them. Now wasn't the time to dwell on uncertainties; they had to focus on the path ahead. Continuing to climb the mountain, the atmosphere felt thick with tension, yet oddly somber as they walked side by side.

During their trek, a notable tranquility enveloped them; the usual presence of demons seemed to diminish, as if an invisible barrier had formed around the duo. [Name] sensed that something was amiss. While Tanjiro might have perceived this as a comforting sign, [Name] couldn't shake the feeling that a darker force repelled the demons—perhaps a sign of the intensity of their recent encounter with Douma or an omen of something far more sinister looming beyond the trees.

As they continued onward, a sudden, chilling scream pierced the air, echoing through the forest like a warning bell. Instinctively, Tanjiro's hand flew to the hilt of his blade, his eyes wide with urgency. Without the need for words, a silent understanding passed between the two; their mission transcended personal safety. The sound of distress ignited a fire within them, the essence of demon slaying ignited once more. Without a moment's hesitation, they dashed into the woods, hearts pounding in tandem as they raced towards the source of the scream, ready to confront whatever nightmares awaited them in the shadows.

"Go, hurry up!" [Name] shouted, adrenaline coursing through their veins as they sprinted ahead of Tanjiro, their footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. Tanjiro struggled to keep pace, his heart pounding not just from the exertion but from a growing sense of dread. He had never seen [Name] move with such speed; it was as if they were propelled by a sheer instinctual urgency, a drive born from the fear of what lay ahead.

As they pushed through the thick underbrush, the sense of foreboding grew heavier—the trees around them loomed like silent sentinels, shadows dancing wildly at their feet. The howls of distant demons echoed through the night, piercing the stillness and amplifying their terror.

Finally, they stumbled into a clearing bathed in the pale light of the moon, which cast an eerie glow on the scene before them. What they fo

und made them stop dead in their tracks. In the center, a grotesque figure loomed—a huge, morphed demon that seemed like a nightmare ripped straight from Tanjiro's worst fears. It towered over them, its immense form distorted and monstrous, with skin that resembled the rough texture of olive bark. Deeply sunken beady yellow eyes glinted in the darkness, filled with an insatiable hunger that sent chills down Tanjiro's spine.

The demon's long, razor-sharp red nails gleamed menacingly as they wrapped around the body of a fallen Slayer, a once brave fighter now reduced to a lifeless husk. Tanjiro's stomach churned at the sight. His senses were assaulted by the disturbing crunching sounds that filled the clearing—the sickening noise of the demon indulging in its ghastly feast.

Each crunch echoed a terrible truth: this Slayer had fought bravely, but in the end, the overwhelming strength of the demon proved too much. Tanjiro's heart raced, his breath quickened, and a surge of anger rose within him. He knew he could not stand idly by while this abomination consumed a soul that deserved to be honored, not devoured. As horror gripped him, he glanced over at [Name], determination glimmering in their eyes as they prepared to confront the looming threat.

In that tense moment—where courage met overwhelming fear—Tanjiro felt a flame ignite within himself. He couldn't allow fear to dictate his actions; he had to fight, to protect, and to avenge those who had fallen. The world around him faded, and all that remained was the monstrous demon before them and the promise of a battle they would not run from.

A/N

Heyyyy! It's the frickin hand-demon time! I thank you for reading this and I actually can't believe I'm at 1.22K! That's so awesome for me and I think you realise how excited it makes me. I hope you continue to read Solar Blade! Thanks.

Question: Who's backstory is your favourite in Demon Slayer?

Taisho Era Secret: One of [Name]'s needles is stuck in Douma's shirt. He didn't notice when they stabbed him with it.