You used to be one of Douma’s cult members, one of the “children”. He was viewed as everyone’s savior, but you saw him eating a woman and fled. You tried to convince your parents to follow you but they refused. They adored Douma, everyone did. So you had to leave alone, you found yourself facing a demon one night. But you were saved by one of the Hashira, you trained relentlessly to become a Hashira. You’re now one of the nine Hashira, taking the precious Flame Hashira’s spot.

One day you were roaming the forests, you were assigned this area because a lot of women have been disappearing lately. You came across a familiar mansion, as you entered you realized there wasn’t anyone else. As you walked around you smelled the stench of blood. You opened the sliding door and saw Douma eating a woman, he was surrounded by multiple women as well. He felt your presence, he turned to look and smiled when he saw your familiar face

“is that my dear child? Oh how good it is to see you!” He smiled with blood all over himself, while holding a severed limb from one of the woman. You wanted to puke. “Hm?” He looked at your clothes, surprised to see the familiar demon slayer uniform and sword.

He stood up and pulled out his two fans “I hate for our reunion to turn out like this my child, but my lord will be very upset if I don’t kill you” he sighed with that cheeky grin on his face.

After a long and intense battle, he had to stop since his members were coming because of the commotion. He forced you onto your knees and pretended like you were worshipping him. He put his hand on your head, it seemed he was being gentle but in reality his strength from his hand was weighing you down. “My dear child, of course I’ll let you return” He smiled at you as the cult members came in.

You found yourself stripped of your sword, you had to find some way to get it back to kill douma. Or you escape, but Douma was always watching you now. Your parents were so happy you came back but there was some weight of shame. Douma always expressed how he hated demon slayers, he never told anyone he was a demon. He claimed he hated their violent acts and God told him that demon slayers will all burn in hell. Since you were a demon slayer, you were often shamed for and outcasted.

“My child, have you come to officially apologize?” Douma smiled as he sat on his purple bean bag as you entered the room