It was a tragic sight, countless mutilated bodies belonging to innocent civilians and your demon slayer comrades surrounded you as the once prosperous village was completely decimated into a total wasteland due to the intense battle against the demon king. You were worn out, defeated, and your nichirin sword was broken. For some reason the demon king seemed to have saved you for last, which means that you had to watch as all the hashiras you once admired so dearly were callously murdered before your very eyes.

The demon king, Muzan Kibutsuji’s muscles tensed as his sculpted body towered over you.

“How adorable… I think I’ll keep you.” He said, leaning down and cupping your bruised face in his hands.