Leading a happy life without any worries with his family, Naoto comes back to find out a cruel truth. His parents and beloved little sisters, got murdered in a very brutal way. The village where he lives also got destroyed by a mythical creature called a demon. Rescued by a demon hunter in the midst of chaos who also died protecting him, Little Naoto picked up the Nichirin blade and fought his way out through the terror of the night. Surviving the night, he keeps living an empty life. Until he meets two girls, Kochou Kanae and Kochou Shinobu, who show him, that there are still a lot of beautiful things in this life. Despite being a talentless swordsman who can't use any breathing technique, Naoto rose his way up to become one of the pillars, the elite squad of demon-slaying corps as a new pillar, 'Cloud Pillar', the only pillar who can't use breaths. "OC x Kochou Kanae" Ps: This fanfic will contain a lot of spoilers, unless you've read the manga, I won't suggest you to read this. There is also some things that not included from the manga. 'Also bad grammar, English is not my first language'. Demon Slayer belonged to Gotouge Koyoharu, this is only a fanfiction. Book Cover Art: by me The illustration in my book is not owned by me. I will make a chapter where I compile all picture along with the artist name. *** Please take a look at my new book "Kimetsu no Yaiba AU - Butterfly of Change" if you have time~. *** #rank 1 in demonslayer 15-10-2019 #rank 3 in kimetsunoyaiba 15-10-2019 #rank 13 in originalcharacter 6-11-2019

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When she first activated her magic, it was overwhelming. It was another life. -x- Her eyes are wide as she feels the harsh wisps and gales of the wind brush her away. Her hands are in front of her, the fingertips lightly flickering with a whitish, lavender colored, glowing flame. In front of her was golden sword, glowing with an abundance of mana. There's intricate tunes written around it's blade, and chains hold it down to a rock, strained, right and strong. On the blade, it says, "Take me away and cast me away." She breathes out, her eyes filled with disbelief. "No..." She takes a step back. "Why?" She whispers. Excalibur. The sword of promised victory. -x- There is a king who rests on top of her mind. It controls her, it dictates her, it rules her and takes care of her. It is a monarch bound by the rules of her life and emotion and decisions. Overbearing as it is, she is an obedient subject because she knows the reasons of her king. There is a voice in her heart that speaks, home is no more. Although it speaks of a home that is destroyed, she lives in a empty house that does not call back their welcome when she announces her presence. There is a fire in the depths of her soul that wreaks havoc among the abyss. It is bright and powerful, thriving by just consuming her hate, her fears, her memories, her love, and her fear. When the fire dies out, all it will leave is the ashes of her existence. There is a boy who brings a king to her yard in the forest of nowhere. Her job is to care for the injured as there is no help close enough without risking for more casualties. It should be nothing but another case. But it is the start of everything. -x- At first, it was the small things, like a piece of cloth and something not mana consuming. But the grimoire changed everything. Perhaps, this was fate giving her a chance for redemption. CREDIT: @TheDarkenIllusions for the graphics.

"𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚊." 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁: 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚒'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑. 🙊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐🙊