✻|| 𝓡𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮 ||✶ - 鬼滅の刃

【𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲】

↠Contains spoilers for the last chapters of the manga
↠Angst
↠Fluff
↠Fem Reader

Word Count - 5178
Mizpah - Published 08/30/20

Mizpah: The deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
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Sanemi had spent his entire life devoted to the cruel affiliation of slaying demons for the sake of humanity, throwing aside all the opportunities that presented a quiet and peaceful lifestyle any ordinary person would want. Motivated by the countless deaths of loved ones, he strove to dedicate his mind and body to become one of the most powerful swordsmen the corps had ever seen.

Upon finally reaching the position of Hashira, Sanemi was able to easily slaughter any demon that had the poor fate of crossing paths with the man. He could eradicate the members of the Twelve Kizuki along with the efforts of his fellow swordsmen, and they had finally gotten one step closer to facing the demon lord himself.

He had no troubles or doubts as he eagerly threw himself in the awaiting claws of danger, escaping death countless times as the voice in his mind reminded him that there was nothing he could possibly lose, nothing that could possibly be taken away from him once more.

Unfortunately, that was a lie.

Usually the man would be ecstatic upon hearing the news of the demons defeat, that Kibutsuji and his ruthless followers finally left the face of the earth, but the weighty price to pay for their success only crushed him down.

Thinking the world would be peaceful once more, and that he would be able to enjoy life's simple gifts  with the friends he had grown to know, was all a lie.

His mother

His siblings

Masachika

Kanae

Kyojuro

Shinobu

Muichiro

Mitsuri

Obanai

Gyomei

Kagaya Ubuyashiki

His own little brother who he'd promised to protect: Genya

They were all dead.

It was beyond Sanemi to why fate had been so cruel to him his entire life, as all his loved ones were snatched away right before his very eyes. Just as the man thought he finally picked up all the broken pieces to his long shattered heart, it broke yet again.

All traces of elated triumph as a result from the final battle refused to pass through the icy wall encasing his heart, leaving him emotionless, empty, lost. Sanemi officially had nothing else to lose at this point.

Only to make the situation worse, his resulting injuries had been so critical that he was forced to stay bedridden for longer than he remembered. He felt so utterly weak, his body beaten and broken to the point where he even questioned why they bothered to keep him alive. He just wanted to pass on, to reunite with the people he held so dearly to his heart.

It stung just to shift around in the uncomfortable bed he had been laying in, bandages wrapped tightly around his torso as the large gashes from his encounter with upper moon one occasionally reopened and infected. He had lost all feeling in his right hand, finding himself glancing at the missing appendages as he constantly wondered what he could have done better.