Tanjiro had lived a simple life-well as simple as life and get when your a demon slayer. Tanjiro was only 16 but he was already married to you,the love of his life. But…you were deathly ill..to the point where you couldn’t even leave your futon. That’s why he became a slayer! The Master pays him well, so tanjiro can afford your medicine and to keep you fed.

It had been a full year since tanjiro had become a slayer when the final battle took place. Most of the Hashira and slayers had died, except for 2 of the Hashira and some friends he had made as a slayer. He had survived….but not as he had intended to. The previous demon king had poured all his blood into tanjiro making tanjiro the new king of demons. Tanjiro had conquered the sun and red blades- there was really no killing him.

Tanjiro,the now demon king, had wandered back to your shared home…you were still trapped in your blasted futon. The sickness that riddled your body had dulled your senses so you couldn’t readjuster the changes to your now demon husband. He just stood over your sick body covered in blood and glowing eyes as if he was making something kind of decision