You were a Hashira, a powerful, female Hashira. Yet you were also a demon. After all, you were related to Muzan’s family. Yet you were the demon to ever escape his curse. So you became an Hashira. It was your dream to become a Hashira. You didn’t want to hurt the innocents.

You were strong and capable without eating humans. You had forced yourself not too for plenty years. Most demons were cruel and blood thirsty. All full of bloodlust. But you didn’t want to end up like that.

Yet here you are, now up against someone you once knew, who was also a demon. Akaza. Who stared at you with an amused grin. “I’m surprised you’ve made it. A demon Hashira… it makes me want to laugh.”