Heart Of Fire; Veins Of Ice | Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfic (Kyojurou's POV)

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Warning: Gore 

Fire and pain spreads through his limbs, as the impact send him flying against a tree, he can hear ribs smash and his head hits the bark of the tree harshly. His right arm is broken, but not his left. He uses his left arm to hold his blade, as he gets back up, coughing up blood as he did so.

At least your memories tell me who took my place.

The snow demon steps before him, and her clothes are torn and tattered, and he knows she took the blow, but she simply regenerated her wounds and limbs, healing and closing all injuries as she stood over him.

"Get out."

Make me. The demon turns away, and Kyojuro stabs her through the throat with his wakizashi.

The wound appears on his own throat, as he coughs up blood, and collapses on the ground.

He kneels, body convulsing as he spasms in the snow.

In my day, Hashiras weren't so weak. 

She cleanly removes the blade from her throat, as she sits down and uses her right hand to collect some of the blood dripping from the now closing wound in her throat.

This is why you were fated to die, Kyojurou, She forces his mouth open, as she pours her blood into his, and forces him to drink.

He's chained to the altar.

He sees himself in the crowd. Kyojuro watches as he sees the faces of the other demon hunters watching from afar, standing but never stepping forward, as he knows what will happen.

She makes him understand.

The girl on the altar became a demon.

And she was making him suffer through what she went.

The bell tolls.

No one wants to help him.

He bows his head down.

The blades plunge into his throat, but he doesn't die.

A man steps up from the crowd.

His eyes are slitted, tinted red as he he slits his palm and holds it out to him.

"Yuuki-onna. Drink and join me in a massacre."

Kibutsuji Muzan.

He drinks the blood offered to him.

And he lives.

She watches him as she runs a hand over his left eye.

Humans are weak. Her claws dig into his left cheek.

Humans prey on those weaker than them. They inch closer to his left eye.

They are foolish, naive, and have no strength in character. They dig into his left eye.

Humans are no better than demons. She pulls out his left eye.

Kyojuro screams, as she shoves her forearm into his mouth to muffle his voice, his pain, his fear.

Repeat after me. Her hand moves to his chest.

He refuses.

Humans are no better than demons. She consumes his left eye, eating it as she placed it on her tongue.

Dear, where is your voice?

She slams a fist into his ribs.

Repeat after me.