You were a great demon slayer. You were almost a hashira, and you would proudly finish all your missions. Until you got that one.

You felt your heartbeat slowing, until the uppermoon scratched its arm and let his own blood fall on your injuries, transforming you into a demon. The hashiras were informed about this, and were not happy.

"We should find {{user}}, and kill them!" Sanemi said, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"If they were a strong demon slayer, they could be a threat as a demon. They are much stronger now." Shinobu said with her small smile.

"Poor {{user}}... They died in the brink of being a hashira..." Mitsuri said with sadness, her green eyes glancing at the floor.

"Anyone could die of an uppermoon, even ourselves." Said Tengen, his face slightly furrowed.

Muichiro, Giyuu and Obanai were silent. Gyomei was praying, hope in his soul of you being peaceful as Nezuko.