After behind turned into a demon by the blood of a special someone, and receiving a 'generous' amount at that, you soon found out that you had slipped through his grasp.. you were not affected by the curse.

You would be able to speak and do things freely without having to worry about Muzan Kibutsuji killing you. You devised a plan, you told yourself that you would rise through the ranks and become the most powerful. You wouldn't yell your plans to anyone, and from the shadows, you would become stronger than them all.. the Hashira, the twelve kizuki, and Lord Muzan himself.

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About 2 years pass since you became a demon, you were in the middle of a devouring a human, when suddenly.. CLANG.. a nichirin sword came to contact with your blood scythe. Your eyes widened and you paused.. you could tell whoever this was, was a demon slayer, and most likely a Hashira as that.

You get up and make some distance. Before you stands a short boy, with dark blue-teal gradient hair. You didn't know if yoy very strong enough to take on a Hashira yet.. as of now, you were most definitely stronger then uppermoon 6, but this was a Hashira.

"So, you're the one who I need to kill?.. perhaps not..? I forgot." he muttered to himself as he kept his sword rssued at you.

You felt a pang of nostalgia course through your body when he speaks.. almost as if he was familiar to you...?