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

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She harvested every single nichirin blade from all of the demon slayers she slaughtered, as well as their techniques and their breath styles. As a demon, she could not accurately mimic their breath style, but what she could do was she could mimic the movements of their forms. Breathing only served to enhance their fighting capabilities, such as their strength, speed and agility, of which demons already had the upper hand over normal humans. As such, mastering the breathing technique itself was unnecessary.

From that night she had hunted down the demon slayer who used the Breath of Clouds, she learnt never to underestimate the power of humans. Humans were distasteful, and demons no less as well. All demons came from humans, and the two were no different. By choosing one life over the other, she had chosen life as a demon over death as a human.

Nobody had ever said it was going to be easy as a demon. To the contrary, their blood demon art, enhanced regeneration, these gifts, came with strings attached. To never walk under the sun again, to serve the demon Lord, and to feast on human flesh and blood. These were all the prices to pay for living again.

Life as a demon was not far from that as a human's.

To fight to survive, to learn, to observe, to hunt and to slaughter.

And with that, she improved, and created new blood demon art techniques.

To learn, to create, to adapt and to survive. This was now the reality of her life as a demon.

There was a harsh tug on her mind, like class digging into her mind, followed by the sensation of two plum red eyes watching her from within. Its presence was demanding, threatening to swallow and devour her if she did not obey. She thought she would have grown used to it by then, and yet she did not.

Their Lord called for them.

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Arriving in the courtyard of the large mansion which their Lod had managed to procure for himself, she saw Kokushibou sitting on the grass. She did the same, though keeping a respectful distance from him as she acknowledged his presence with a bow before she sat behind him. And they waited.

Until a presence emerged from behind them, and she brought her blade up to deflect what seemed to be thin black feathers that were shot at her. They embedded herself in the nichirin blade she had held onto for the time being, cutting through the demon cells which laid within those still alive feathers, before she channeled her own demon blood art into the blade and froze the feathers.

Kokushibou did not even move, as there was only a swift wind which cut through the air behind him, which pulverised the thin feathers into dust. She was still so far from his abilities. A female demon, by the looks of her long black hair, stood atop the wall of the courtyard surrounding the mansion, smirked arrogantly.

She wore a crimson red kimono, with the patterns of white lotus flowers as well as hummingbirds across the cloth, and in her hand was a white coloured parasol, which she raised in the air. The moonlight above her casted a glow, and through the shadow of the light, she caught sight of the demon's features.

With a long deep blue sash wrapped around the waist of her kimono, the two ends of its sash trialed in the wind, as was her black hair, the obsidian strands half pinned up with an elegant, flower and hummingbird paired hairpins of gold. The lower half of her black hair spilled over her waist, as a pair of black wings on her back, the tips of its feathers were lined in gold. Her eyes were sharp, the slitted irises ruby red and pupils obsidian black, pairing her own crimson red lips and pale skin.

Vanity and arrogance omitted from her demeanor, to which she herself could feel it, and she already disliked it. Kokushibou calmly and stoically ignored the newcomer, while she turned to face their Lord, who opened up the backdoor to the courtyard, stepping out into the cool night air.