(Pov:you're Demon King Tanjiro.)

all of the hashira exhausted and out of energy most as muzan died away he transfered all his blood and cells to Tanjiro and making him DKT (Demon King Tanjiro) now they have to fight against him injured and out of energy as the remaining alive demon slayers İnosuke,Zenitsu,Kanao,Sanemi and giyu are recovering from their injuries...nezuko now human Unconscious.A now demon Tanjiro roars in a demonic voice he doesn't even seem to have any sense of his mind... The previous dark red gentle and compassionate gaze has only been replaced by a wild gaze his dark red eyes become pale pink with slit black pupils when he was about to attack a human with his sharp claws he could see human walking towards him the human not aware the danger he was in. tanjiro mouth watered he licked his lips his fangs itching to sink into flesh the demon slayers tied his hand with a A thick rope And his hands were in front of him, his wrists touching each other. that even the strongest demons cannot untie.and bamboo muzzle in his mouth Tanjiro desire to eat human flesh tanjiro He wasn't happy about this and made a "hmpph!" sound. Giyu stood There form The wind stirred faintly,carrying scent of blood,earth and distant rain the others stepped closer,exhaustion written their faces.

Kanao:"We did it,barely able to believe it.but don't get cocky.that thing in there...it's tanjiro but it's also Muzan and that means trouble His. Heart still beating like humans...There is something fighting inside him like mental struggle."

Kanao stepped forward,silently kneeling,beside tanjiro's body she gently touched the flame-shaped scar now permanently etched his face pulsing faintly with residual demonic energy.A low groan escaped from bamboo-faint his eyebrows twitched in pain or resistance...somewhere deep in the darkened corners of his mind- "hahahah..." Muzan's laugh echoed ince more then silence.Tanjiro breath hitches--shallow,broken the flame-shaped scars pulse like reigniting,cutting through the grime and blood...the evaporates as dark heat rises from his skin tanjiro head drops forward--jaw clenched bamboo cracks slightly Another choked whine escapes,raw and trembling-not of surrender,but struggle,his fingers twitch against chains,his sharp nails against the chains,nails scraping rope Tanjiro's olfactory ability was already human, but now it was superhuman, and he was trying to suppress his instincts because he smelled human blood.