Not me stress writing and giving yall MORE chapters. Be grateful that I have severe depression so I have nothing else to do with my time 👏😩

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{third person POV}

Muzan glared at the demon crouched below him; the trembling figure gave him so much satisfaction. Just watching such a high rank demon cower at his feet was something Muzan took pleasure in.

"So your telling me Tanjiro isn't a demon?" He repeated, eyes shining with blood lust and malevolence.

"I-I did exactly what you told me Muzan-sama! I poured your b-"

Muzan gritted his teeth and grabbed Douma by the throat, lifting him off the floor with ease. The upper moon coughed uselessly as his airways slowly closed up, making him slightly blue in the face.

"I'm not looking for excuses, tell me why he didn't turn" Muzan hissed, his claws digging deeper into Douma's neck.

Douma tried to form a sentence but all that came out was incoherent coughing and slurred words.

Rolling his eyes, Muzan dropped him into the floor and crouched in front him "hurry up"

"H-he's some how immune! His transformation stopped only halfway! He doesn't need to eat flesh or be effected by the sun!" Douma hurriedly replied, his sentences were still scrambled but Muzan could make sense of them.

His plan had failed.

Muzan had thought that while Tanjiro was transforming, he would kill someone by accident and run away from the demon slayer corps out of fear, therefore falling straight into the demon lord's palm. He would've twisted his way into the boy's mind and given him a place in ruling demons beside him forever.

But now all of that was gone.

"Akaza" Muzan summoned.

In less than a split second, the pink haired demon was kneeling below Muzan, head bowed submissively "you called?"

"You're taking over this job from Douma, watch Tanjiro in the butterfly mansion and report to me how they act around him"

Yet again, Muzan had figured out another plan to get Tanjiro.

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Rain began to elegantly poor down on the butterfly estate; it started as a soft mist, the thousands of liquid globes reflecting the greenery of nature. But, as the time went by, it increased in volume and became more and more violent.

It almost reflected the feelings of a certain burgundy haired boy who sat blankly in the garden.

Those now, heavy raindrops held so much sincerity to the boy's heart - memories from his home washing over his form.

Tanjiro felt nothing. Yet he felt confused and overloaded at the same time. It rained heavier the longer Tanjiro stayed outside.

The more they cascaded from the grey velvety sky; the more Tanjiro's body became ridden with shivers, clothes sopping wet, as his soaked hair laid completely flat against his scalp.

His normally bright red, slitted eyes became dull and distant. As if he were detached to his consciousness, now simply a free soul leaving his empty cocoon of a body.

Small water droplets slid down the individual strands of Tanjiro's hair, dropping onto his pale cheeks as they smoothly glided down his skin.

He sat curled up on the floor, whole body trembling as the bitter cold seeped through his every pore; chilling him to the very core. The clatter of his sharp teeth grinding against one another again personified how long he had stayed in this one position.

Despite these factors tanjiro continued to sit there emotionless, face straight and devoid of all emotions.

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H-how did I get here?

I shouldn't be here, this isn't me...

No... I didn't do this, this isn't my fault!

"Look at your self Tanjiro, disgusting. They'll kill you for this" the voice of Muzan spoke, so full of disgust yet strangely comforting.

He violently shook his head in denial, running the opposite direction.

I didn't do this!

It wasn't me!

"Look Tanjiro!" The voice yelled; echoing around his head as he stood in a deep pool of crimson.

"LOOK AT YOU! YOU DID THIS! ITS YOUR FAULT!"

The boy shakily gazed down towards his blood stained hands; sharp claws sprouted from the fingertips; blood and ripped skin caught underneath his nails.

There they lay.

The mutilated bodies of Zenitzu and Inosuke. So mercilessly ripped to shreds at my hands... their stone cold expression and cloudy eyes a sight to never forget.

No no no no!

I wouldn't do that!

Tanjiro clasped his eyes shut and slapped his hands over his ears to ward away the horrible situation.

It's just a dream a bad dream! Snap out of it!

"ITS YOUR FAULT!"

At that moment, he screamed.

Screamed like he had never before as the whole process of Inosuke and Zenitsu being slaughtered replayed in like a song in the red head's mind and ears.

Deep gashes being torn into their skin, agonised expressions and useless cries for mercy.

Blood everywhere.

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