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

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The shock of his own actions start to set in, before the bell tolls once more.

Everyone starts shouting at each other, calling names out like murderer, demon, and a multitude of other words, as Yousuke took his left hand in his own and tugged him down the altar.

But no one was ringing it.

Above the first floor, on the balcony of the second, two doors opened, as a figure emerged.

With it, it brought with it an overwhelming, suffocating pressure which pressed and weighed down on his limbs. The sensation of arrows, chains which had pierced through his limbs seemed to pin him to the spot, and he knew it was affecting the other demon slayers as well.

That combined with the shock of killing a human, Kyojuro was left breathing heavily, as he managed to bring his head and look up at the figure who emerged.

Cloaked in a white cape, with a white flat topped peaked army cap on his head, the figure looked down over the entire hall, dressed in a general's uniform, with a thick long sleeve top as well as straight trousers coloured a light grey. The demon raised a gloved hand up, to which opened up his cloak, revealing a high collar as well as a row of buttons down the centre of his chest. Over its left breast pocket, were four silver medals, the fabric of the string turning faded as the medals themselves seem to be rusted.

Nobu's eyes looked down over the crowd, as he reached into his collar and tugged something free, a necklace, which he had only seen a bare glimpse of silver the second time he had met the man, as he let it drop over the banner.

The necklace falls to the ground, shattering into a million pieces before he can get a clear glance of what it was shaped like.

But no.

He didn't need to see what it looked like.

He already knew what it was.

As the necklace shatters, a veil seems to be lifted, frost spreading out from where the necklace hits the ground, an echo of his, no her power, from when she had been strong, so strong to impart and gift her own subordinates with a fragment of her power.

The cold hides.

Nobu leaps down over the railing, landing on the metal altar as his eyes, his once human, no, human looking eyes, paved way for two vertical slits to that of a demon's.

She was angry. Unbearably angry.

He was as well.

Her rage coursed through his own veins, as Nobu walked forward, and with a single hand, he waved his palm and the chains which once bound Fuyuko to the ground hovered off of the ground, slithering like snakes in the air for the barest of moments before they lunged at the followers.

Blood Demon Art: Executioner's Duty.

In the blink of an eye, all of them are dead.

The chains pierces through their bodies, into their hearts, out of their mouths, one after the other, it leaves behind nothing but a falling set of human dominoes, of which some had their chest, their neck and even their eyes hollowed out.

Why was Nobu a demon?

After the chats they had together...but there's no sense of crushing betrayal. Nothing but a cold, empty void within his heart. Was everything he said a lie? His brother, was it nothing but a mere figment of a lie?

The chains fall short of the demon slayers as well as Hiromi, him, Yousuke and Fuyuko.

"Fuyuko, you've seen how humans behave. Do you still want to be one? You'll gain true freedom from your humanity by turning into a demon. I'll turn you into a demon if you want me to," Nobu, steps from behind her and bends down to one knee, talking her as if it were the most relaxed thing in the world. Fuyuko...Fuyuko was shaking from his presence.