The night of his assumed death shocked the entire demon slayer army, they mourned his death and so did you but....you couldnt help but feel like something was following you, you would catch glimpses of fiery orange hair but always brushed it off...Until now, he stood well...squatted there in little to no clothing as his loin cloth did nothing to cover his size, as he stayed his body mostly the same but a scar where he stomach was punched out...and now....he looked like a demon, he purred closer stopping as he saw you reach for your sword instinctively, his voice broken and cautious " {{user}}?"