|| Demon Slayer x Reader Oneshots ||

| Yandere! I. Obanai x Demon! Reader | Starved

WARNINGS: ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP & SMALL AMOUNTS OF GORE
THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE THE RELEASE OF CH188

Don't fuck with crazies.
If approached, break their Nico Nico Nicaps.

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|| Part I ||
|| A Loving Feast ||

It was a dark night, a blood-stained one, a night where you had eaten the corpse of your love.

His blood, red and in abundance, tasted sweet on your lips. His heart, of which was promised to you, was taken claim by your fangs. That night, your body had urged you on, gave you all that you needed, whispered words of utter temptation into your mind. Every second you had endured by your love's side was one of torture for you could not taste their flesh.

And when the time came that you had snapped, you began your feast.

Yet your soul was dying as you devoured your love.

Blood, flesh, bone. It felt like an eternity for you could not stop eating, for months you had starved to save the skin of the one person you loved. And you had become so...so hungry...

"Darling...?"

By the time your mind had returned to you, your lover was already gone. And perhaps his flesh had brought you back...

To make you suffer.

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"Meji, Yayoi, Kofun...

"It's Taisho already isn't it?"

Years passed, new humans lived, died, birthed. The nights could now be lit by lights, demons spawned, the very same slain. But you were indifferent to it all, a wanderer in this great world you were reduced to. A demonic wanderer, a hungry one. For you had never eaten another human after that night.

Yes, your body had screamed at you to feed it, to hunt some unfortunate soul down and devour them whole. But no matter how hungry you were, the mere image of that fateful moment brought you back. You could not bring yourself to eat another.

Now your body was weak, for these many years left you with a form that could not even run without rendering you exhausted.

Kind passers-by would occasionally approach you, the sight of a sullen face and weakened steps tend to attract those with benevolence in their grace. They would ask you to spare your troubles, but how could you possibly tell them? Speak to them of how you were a monster who had killed and eaten, a monster who may very well be taken over by her hunger at any time. No, you could never.

And so you never spoke a word to anyone.

The sullen woman who came from forest night, forever grieving her ancient sin. The people told tales of you.

And it was those very same tales that brought upon your downfall.

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|| Part II ||
|| Foolish Benevolence ||

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