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colleagues... s he bends over the river's surface and studies her reflection. an unfamiliar creature looks back at her, with the same onyx irises, the same raven hair... but there are horns growing from her head. there is blood on her lips, and blood on her fangs. her eyes are fully black, scleras and all. tears slowly drip into the water, creating gentle ripples on the stream's surface as it gurgles gently. the white haired demon slayer arrives at a building. it's peaceful looking, surrounded by wisteria trees, and the sun is starting to rise, bathing it in an angelic light. weak from blood loss and travel, she falls to the ground, her body limp, blood caked on her face, arm, and clothes. There is the flap of wings, the crow of a bird. a few masked figures step up to her, carrying what looked like a first aid kit. "quick!" "work faster!" "we can't lose her." ~ "ah. i see. it's good you survived, that is a stroke of luck. i am truly sorry that happened to you." "...all of them are dead. even-" (desperate sobbing) (a sad sigh) the other bodies were all mangled, but i... i have her katana." "my condolences. she was very strong. may she rest in peace." "one more thing..." "what is it?" "i couldn't find her body. not even a finger." ~ as the days went by, the demon slayer only became angrier, sadder, craving the sweet taste of revenge. She conceals it under a serene mask, numbing the fierce blizzard within. as the days went by, the demon only became less human, more bloodthirsty, her past memories left behind as she gives up.  She slaughters many, her heart darker than the night.

layer of fog. she sees the treetops, the moon hanging in the night sky, sprinkled with stars. she sits up slowly and carefully, placing a clawed hand to her head. she can't remember why she was here, or what she was doing. all she knows is that she is hungry. she craves a meal. she gets up and approaches a dead body, drool dripping from her mouth. the demon straightens up, her lips stained with blood, once pearly white teeth and fangs now red. her hunger was satisfied, at least for now. her head slowly clears and she stops, taking a moment to think, looking around at the torn body parts, the bones that are scattered across the forest floor. her hands are stained with red. her clothes were stained with red. everything seemed to be red. she lifts her hands in front of her face. it's clawed, colored scarlet, shining in the cool light. her black eyes widen with horror. she falls to the ground, tears dripping down her face. the demon is horrified. she is lying on the ground, shaking. the metallic smell of blood is everywhere, filling up her lungs, making them heavy and weighing them down. she can't breathe. her hands are stained. stained with blood. her teeth are stained. her clothes are stained, black uniform tinged with scarlet. the memories are flooding back now. she remembers fighting. she remembers watching her teammates fall, one by one. she remembers being filled with an uncontrollable rage, charging forward recklessly with an aggressive roar. she remembers being blown to the ground... that's all. what did i do? the demon gets up and runs away, kicking up twigs and leaves as she goes, too desperate to think about where she is going or what she will do. slowly, within the bloodied battlefield, another body stirs. another demon slayer sits up gingerly, blinking and she is met with a terrifying sight. human flesh. blood. staining the forest floor. all her comrades, lying in pieces, an eye here, a hand there, an unidentifiable piece of... something. instantly, her