Centuries ago a hashira believed the only way to cleanse the world of the demon menace was to harness their abilities, he began experimenting with demon blood the mystery of how he succeeded still remains unknown,
for generations the demon blood has...
The corners of his glossy lips curled into a devious smirk he circled her like a lion closing in on its prey, (y/n) eyes darted around desperately searching for an opening to make her escape she kept the point of her blade trained on the demon his tall silhouette loomed over her, casting a dark shadow that seemed to wrap its self around her swallowing her whole, he smiled broadly taunting her with his devilish grin "I admire your heroic efforts, you're fighting for those whom you hold dearest to your heart and fight to protect those who can't protect themselves," he mused half-heartedly,
A hint of bitter amusement in his vibrant red eyes that pierced right through her with an unflinching gaze, "they say heroes make the story, but it's the villains that make the story by causing the problems. Heroes just die in the end," he hummed placing a finger under her chin tilting her head upwards he looked at her with a crooked expression, "they wreck themselves over bad things that happen, the people they couldn't save." Her (e/c) orbs widened a look of horror on her face as a set of figures appeared,