How can a worthless person... become someone so powerful.
Y/N stood at the edge of a dense forest far from any village, a solitary horse carrying her meager belongings. She stared into the dark expanse of trees, her heart heavy with despair. She had lost everything... her family, her friends, her home. The vibrant colors and joy that once filled her life had faded to nothingness.
She didn't care what would happen to her now. The will to survive had been replaced by a deep, unending sorrow. She felt like a ghost, drifting without purpose, waiting for the inevitable end. The thought of dying didn't scare her, it was almost a comfort.
As she took her first steps into the forest, the silence was broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds. The path ahead was uncertain and treacherous, but Y/N walked on, her mind numb to the world around her. She was merely existing, each step a testament to her hollow resolve.
The forest seemed to swallow her whole, the canopy above closing in as if to seal her fate. She knew she should be scared, should be planning how to survive, but she couldn't muster the energy to care.
All she could think about was the betrayal and the pain, the unfairness of it all. She wondered if she would ever feel anything other than this crushing emptiness.
But for now, she kept walking, her mind a void, her heart a hollow shell. She was waiting for what, she didn't know. Maybe death, maybe a miracle. But as far as she was concerned, there was nothing left for her in this world.
Loneliness and guilt can lead people down a painful spiral of inky darkness which will often be difficult to crawl out of. It can be suffocating to the point of which your thoughts are no longer your own. At least, they're not what you would recall them to be now that the person you once were is gone. Mourning and grievances can escalate and deepen the slope of self-destruction and self-loathing, pushing you further into an abyss of quicksand your fingers can't claw into no matter how hard you try to pull yourself out to make things right.
No matter what _______ did to reconcile for her mistakes, nothing ever made the emptiness and hurt within her go away. Life lost its meaning, and with it, the Slayer's will to continue had faded as well.
She had become so desperate, she convinced herself a demon of the twelve Kizuki was her only solution to make the torment end; to pull her from the quicksand and let her slip in a senseless dream.
To most, it would have been crazy, but to her? It was the last chance she had to make things right and to pay for the sins she could never undo.
Funny how a demon was the answer to prayers like that.