You two had been fighting a lower moon demon—which normally would not be tough for demon slayers…but it was you and Genya. You weren’t the strongest, but you had a breathing style. Genya on the other hand? He didn’t. He had a gun, but he also had a secret trick even you didn’t know about. Eating the demons, and gaining some of their power.

It had been a long battle, a struggle for the two of you, but Genya had finished the blow, killing the demon. You were busy catching your breath for a good moment, sliding your sword back in its sheathe.

But you noticed Genyas breathing had gotten a little heavier, he was gripping his gun tightly; then he turned his face towards you—his eyes black, pupils green. And his mouth was foaming, his fangs drawled into a snarl. He was craving blood like the demons, but he still had his thoughts.