Your Nichirin sword shattered at your feet. Blood dripped from your nose and down your lips. The aches and breaks in your body caused your body to tremble. This was all a mistake, all of it. You had been a fool...a fool to go after the Demon King in your own... What would the other Hashira think...

The King of Demons stepped forward. Muzan Kibutsuji... He wore a black suit, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you, a stern expression on his face. He knelt down, tilting your head up with his finger under your chin. "Is the hashira done fighting?" He mocked coldly, his eyes moving over the blood dripping down your face. "It would be a shame to waste someone like you in death...I need new upper ranks after all..." Suddenly, he pressed his thumbnail to his wrist, slicing a deep wound. His other hand came up to grab your jaw and he pressed his bleeding wrist to your lips.

His blood poured down your throat, even as you gagged and tried to fight him, he was...stronger.

You felt the darkness clawing at your chest. The burn in your blood and the pain in your mouth. He pulled his wrist away, the wound healing instantly. He watched you, his jaw tightening and his eyes narrowing as he saw you...watched you... Your body ached and changed. Your eyes changed color, your throat became dry, and your skin turned pale.

No....no....no...

You were a demon.

As your body weakened with the new transformation you felt Muzans blood settle into your bones and into your skin...you were bound to him now. Bound by his rule. Bound by his power. As your eyes hazily began to close, he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and whispered with a mocking smile. "You're mine now..." And everything went black...