|𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬|
↳ Various Demon Slayer x F!Reader
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl's family was brutally slaughtered by the demon king, so she decided to protect the people she cares about and take revenge for them. However, along the way, she catches t...
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↳ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕: 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Kibutsuji Muzan was a strong, determined, strong-willed man, or rather a demon. For a millennium, he had been the king of those terrible creatures, the demons, who had tortured and made life difficult for innocent people for many, many years.
He was a cruel, manipulative man who always achieved what he wanted, no matter what it cost.
In his long life, there were three things he desperately and unwaveringly wanted to achieve, no matter what the pain, no matter what he had to go through. Failure, no matter what the consequences, was not in his vocabulary. The possibility that he might not achieve these goals was merely a conceited thought by those who believed they could stop him, or that he might encounter obstacles that would hinder him, slow him down, perhaps forever set him back.
He had three goals, two of which seemed simple. The most important, and seemingly the most difficult, was to find a certain blue spider lily. The flower that could grant him eternal immortality. The one that would forever seal the fate of him and his kind.
The other two, which were still tormenting his mind at the moment, were more accessible, yet seemed annoyingly distant. They were almost within his reach, yet he couldn't reach them. The mere thought was frustrating, infuriating. Kamado Tanjiro, the boy with the hanafuda earrings, whose head he wanted to see severed from his body. He wanted to see him dead, helpless. Those earrings had tormented his mind for centuries of years and made his everyday life miserable whenever he saw them again.
But what was even more important was [L/N] [Y/N]. The girl, in that haori. That haori that brought back so many memories. So many memories that had been living in his mind for so long, so many feelings that seemed lost since then. It was frustrating and maddening. The girl, that girl, could only be the descendant of the woman who, so many years ago, had made his heart beat in such an incredible and seemingly impossible way.
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Nearly five hundred years later, well into the Sengoku period, Muzan had become accustomed to being a demon in every way possible. The brightest moment of his life was when he became that monster, freed from his fatal illness, and could live without the fear of death. The only drawback to this was that he was unable to stay in the sun. If his skin were to come into contact with that light for even a moment, he would burn and find himself dead in a matter of seconds. But in five hundred years, he had already figured out how to avoid it perfectly.
The evening, which he considered the most wonderful part of the day, easily consumed his mind. The moonlight and the cool breeze easily penetrated his skin, the wind ruffled his hair, and a calmness permeated his body. Although he had worked hard to find a solution to immunity to the sun or to become immortal in any way, he was exceptionally calm now. Sometimes moments like this were necessary.
