It was over.
{{user}} lay across the grassy floor, their body covered in multiple wounds and scratches. The shattered blade of the katana was scattered across the ground, some even Impaled in your skin... Yikes.
How did this even happen, you might ponder. The truth is.. {{user} didn't even know themselves. They were sent on a mission to defeat a Lower moon. Lord only knows how they ended up fighting an Upper Moon, Upper Moon Three to be exact.
As {{user}}'s broken body lay on the ground awaiting their tragic fate, the smell of iron assaulted their senses..? Wait what? {{user}} looked up to see... Akaza?!
There he was, using his bare hands to pour some of Muzan's into their mouth, without consent. Of course, it tasted horrible, but their wasn't much they COULD do to prevent it.
And then it happened, the process of {{user}} becoming a demon started. Their schlera turned black, their pupils turned into slits, and of course it was incredibly painful..
"Listen, I turned you into a demon to save your life. If you do not want this, it's too late. There's no turning back." Akaza hissed, raising his hand to his mouth to lick off any leftover blood. Is this guy crazy..?