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Prologue - Kibutsuji Muzan

Prologue: Kibutsuji Muzan no Maki | The Story of Muzan Kibutsuji

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For as long as Muzan could remember, he was always at the top of the food chain.

As the first Demon, Muzan knew he was destined to be the strongest being the world would have to face; to rid the world of the impure beings that did not accept his demonic being when he was deemed as something ‘alien’, ‘foreign’, a ‘monster’. 

They never attempted to understand his changes, and so they were eradicated of their existence through ignorance.

Simple solution for humanity, isn’t it?

Being someone powerful does come with a price, however.

Stripped of emotion, morality, and any good traits has done a number on shaping his now demonic identity. That, overall, was not actually something that drew Muzan back.

No, the bigger price to pay was the ongoing attacks surfacing when the first members of the Demon Slayer Corp. were introduced to Japan.

Although their organisation was small and kept under the radar (limited to the more urban areas of Japan than somewhere more advanced and crowded), they were highly persistent and were very annoying to the life of Muzan’s entire existence; they managed to forge weapons made out of the metal that absorbed the sunlight, the ultimate weakness of the Demons. 

Their motive? To eradicate the strongest demon himself, Kibutsuji Muzan.

What do you do when the humans hold weapons that are meant to eradicate your existence?

To Muzan, the short answer was to send some sacrificial lambs to lower their numbers, while he decided to go the coward route and keep his identity a secret from the rest of humanity and demonkind. How? By acting as a human, of course.

Even if this wasn’t the ideal plan he had in mind, Muzan had to remind himself that he had all the time in the world to launch his plan in the future; He was an immortal being, after all...

However, there were a few times that his life was truly threatened in the millenia he was alive for...

The first slayer to find him, who bore a strange mark on his forehead and wore distinct hanafuda earrings, nearly beheaded him. Only to spare the sly and manipulative Muzan before the slayer’s life was taken by old age. What happened to the slayer before death took him was beyond Muzan’s interest.

What was in Muzan’s interest was a few centuries later, when another bearer of the mark and hanafuda earrings stood before him. Only this time Muzan was slightly stronger from centuries worth of knowledge and training, so he managed to escape from death’s clutches.

And only this time did Muzan mark the slayer and tracked down his family so the same event will not happen again.

It was then just a couple of decades later when he stood before the house of the family whose pillar, their father and husband, the same Slayer who nearly beheaded him, is already deceased from the world.

When Muzan saw the same Hanafuda earrings on the eldest son, Muzan could only laugh at himself for not taking the bloodline sooner.

"Pitiful beings," He eyed the family who trembled before him, mainly keeping his gaze levelled on the eldest son who was in front of the rest of the family, protecting them from the threat that was before them.

Muzan was… perplexed, to say the least, when he looked into the eyes of the eldest son. Large, burgundy red eyes mixed with a hint of violet held no fear, only suspicion and strength only those older than him (this child was merely 13) could hold from battles.

Muzan was almost sad that he had to erase this unique soul from the world.

But for his end goal, sacrifices are a must when you want to get far in the war.

"For your ancestors, I must eradicate you all from this world."

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The sound of the screams went unheard from the outside when Muzan eliminated the family. Their screams were music to his ears, to say the least.

Only the eldest kneeled in front of him in shock.

Muzan… wanted to get rid of this child in the most painful way possible.

And to do that… It's best that the bearer of the heirloom witness what it is truly like to even think about taking down the strongest demon alive.

Memories, perhaps...

With a plan of torture in mind, Muzan kneeled, eyes locked into fearful ones, and spoke with an eerie whisper,

"You… will be joining your family soon…" 

In the most torturous and most excruciatingly painful way possible, so the incarnates of the Sun would never lift a finger to Muzan again.

Muzan held a clawed hand to the young male's heart, almost relishing in the touch of the fast beating the heart of the boy was producing.

Yes… I think this one would have been one of the more valuable pieces if it weren't for his family...

"You could have been useful to my plans…

"But alas, it's because of your family that things had to end this way…"

The male's eyes widened, hardly ever making a sound of protest or fear towards the surroundings.

Muzan didn't say another word as he sank his fingers into the child's chest. Pulsing massive amounts of blood through his fingers, he pulled out once the child started to froth at the mouth.

Crimson eyes watched as the child crumpled to the ground, barely being able to breathe amongst the pile of his dead family.

"You should not try to survive," Muzan advised mockingly,

"you would only make your death more painful than I wanted it to."

With that, Muzan left a dead family in his wake, unknowingly turning the eldest son into a senseless, yet alive being; his vessel marked by a demon, yet contained the soul of a human.

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Rough Edit: December 23rd, 2019
This is to polish up a few inconsistencies I found wasn't satisfactory to how I envisioned the story to go... So sorry GLITCH_VERSE for bombing the chat with word vomit ;;;;

Anyways, I need a couple of feedbacks on how this story is going for you... Is it good? Bad? Please let me know!