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"Demon Slayer"

Episode 26

In a world full of demons, there will always be the strongest and most powerful one. All demons - vulnerable, pitiful, juvenile, grown - worship him. The first demon ever to exist. With such great powers, he possesses, which no one can match. He was "Muzan Kibutsuji". He had his own division of demons whom he created, where he shares his blood, as a result of robust power. "The Twelve Kizuki" - Ranked by their expertise. Each had unique abilities which they use to dominate humans and feed on them to acquire more power. 

The sound of biwa plucked gracefully by a woman distorting the place. Obscenity was in the atmosphere. Lanterns illuminated the site but were obscurely dull. It was a maze of rugged traditional Japanese structures, which led from one room to another. The entrance or exit was unseen. You can run, however, escaping was impossible. The structure was filled with perpendicular paths - paralleled, vertical, horizontal, diagonal - Each path it leads to was unpredictable. It was like a game of ball-in-a-maze. Whenever the biwa was played, the whole place would tilt. The note comes after another until its last struck, which gave a sharp melody. 

An elevating surface with equilateral sides appeared. Stood the lower-ranked Kizukis, warped by Muzan's command. One by one, bowed to their knees, paying their respects. Standing in front was Lord Muzan, the most savage and cruel demon of all, who looked down at them. He had lustrous red eyes, red as blood, long-black silky hair as dark as coal itself, and pale skin.

"P-please forgive us, my Lord! We didn't realise it was you-" Mukago, the lower-ranked number four, frantically apologised as she trembled in fear. 

"Who granted you permission to speak?" Lord Muzan sternly cut her off, still standing his ground. "Do not you speak nonsense in front of me" He added. 

"How about you answer my questions," He said while he intensely stares at her soul. 

 "Rui was killed-" He paused.

"My question for you is why are you pests so weak?" The disappointment remained visible in the tone of his voice. 

"Entering the ranks of the most wielded demons could not satisfy you enough? Conversely, I gave you a drop of my blood. Your job was only to devour humans to obtain more power." He ground his teeth.

He clenched his jaws and fists; veins became evident. You can see the disgust in his stare as his eyes widened. Before he says, "The higher-ranked remained untouched for over the century. They have always been the ones who were capable to dispose of those Hashira Demon Slayers. But, how about you six? When will you make yourself the use of me? I could not even count the times I replaced you." He crinkled his eyes while continually tapping his foot on the wooden floorboards. 

Lower-ranked six, Kamanue, was kneeling on the dusty floor, clenched his feeble fists in annoyance and thought, Easy for you to say-

Lord Muzan's eyes pierced at the helpless demon and paused his foot. "Easy for you say?" He interrupted Kamanue’s thoughts.

He smirked while tilting his head, his sharp stare remained, before imploring. "What is it you want to tell me? Go on." His eyebrows raised.

Kamanue froze; His face became pale, his body, hot, sweat rushing down his face. He can read my mind?!

He's gonna kill me! He thought.

"Kill, how exactly?" Lord Muzan asked in satisfaction, a sinister smile crept on his lips. 

The air got thicker. The place immortally darkened. The rest of the demons held their breath as they prepare themselves for what's about to follow next. 

Impatient, Muzan's mood suddenly changed in a blink of an eye. Veins popped, his tone more aggressive than before. If stares could kill, the demon would've had an instant death. "Tell me," He demanded.

Muzan slowly towered over the poor beast, overshadowing its figure. 

"Spare me, please! My Lord!" Kamanue begged helplessly.

"Show me mercy!" He cried, "I am truly sorry for my disgusting behaviour!" 

Lord Muzan kept a straight face; His face did not reveal a sign of empathy. 

Kamanue pleaded again before blood spurted on the floor. It was a horrifying scene, demonic, rather. 

Afraid, the other demons trembled, watching their kind suffer from a painful death. 

A demon with a big scar on his forehead named Wakuraba, lower-ranked three. There was blood on his body from their dead confederate. He thought, What is happening? Will the same thing happen to me too? After everything, I've succeeded to be in this position, will come to waste? This was supposed to be the beginning of greater things!

"Do you fear Hashiras more than you fear me?" He suddenly asked.

"NO!!" Mukago, who had two fine horns that could scratch even the toughest mineral on earth, and sharp fangs, abruptly answered. 

"Every time you encounter those Hashiras, all you do is escape. Isn't that right?" Lord Muzan's anger was building up.

"No, I wouldn't think of it!! I'd put my life on the line for you, my Lord!" She exclaimed.

Muzan's eyes widened, "Are you refuting what I just said?" 

Tears streamed down Mukago’s cheeks; Quivering in fear, perpetual sweat, dry throat, mind blank. It then was killed in a precipitated movement. More red liquid filled the void. 

This is it! This is the end for us! Wakuraba thought, who had a keloid shaped like an ‘X’ on his forehead.  Our minds are being red. Whether we agree or disagree with him, he's still going to kill us! We can't possibly beat him in a battler either! In that case... 

Disconcerted, Wakuraba raised his feet, bent his knees, hand touching the floor. The only option is to run! He circumnavigated away with an enthralling speed, it such a fast pace that movements could not even be seen. Gliding down the decks, going left, advancing to the right, soaring in zig-zag patterns, finding a way to escape from death. Just make it out of here somehow! Now that I've gotten this far away! His eyes were burning with determination. In a sudden inclination, back to where they stood, a rush of blood flow. The source of blood came from the head of Wakuraba who had run away. Head decapitated from his body, barely alive, he was appalled. He got me?! No way! Was it the trick of that biwa? But, I didn't hear it initiate a sound. Why!? I can't seem to regenerate my body. Tugging the hair on Wakaruba’s head was Lord Muzan. 

He began to speak, "I believe that the Twelve Kizuki are better off consisting of just the Upper Ranks." He declared, "I am now dismantling the Lower Ranks."

Blood was everywhere on the wooden floor. The whole place was filled with a distinctive smell, it was foul, rancid, and putrid. 

Lord Muzan gruesomely threw the head on the dark wooden floor. "Do you have any last words?" He glared inadequately at the remaining Kizukis. 

A demon, with navy blue hair with spiky beard, known as Rokuro -  the lower-ranked two, terrifyingly answered, "I can still be of use to you! If you could give me just a short reprieve, I vow, I'll be of use to you!" 

Lord Muzan questioned, "How long a reprieve are you asking for? How do you intend to be useful? Most importantly, what exactly can you accomplish with your current skills?" 

Rokuro was agitated, he for sure wanted to prove himself to his Lord. "Your blood! If you could give me a share of your blood, I will acclimate without fail!" He clenched his fists, "I will fight for you as an even more powerful demon!" 

"What makes you think you can order me to give you my blood?" Lord Muzan winced, his fangs bestowing. "You're beyond shameless. Know your place." 

Rokuro was startled, "You misunderstood me, my Lord! Please give me another chance! Please don't kill me-" 

Rigid cords on Lord Muzan's neck, eyes bulged, clenched jaws and fists. "Shut up. I misunderstood nothing. I'm never mistaken about anything. My words are all absolute. You have no right to reject anything I say. Whatever I say is right and will always be right!"  

His eyes burn in red, "You tried to order me. You deserve to die." 

An endless amount of blood on the floating facade. Lord Muzan is truly cruel. He did not even, once, consider the lives of those he killed.

“Do you have anything to say?” Lord Muzan’s asked, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed. 

Lastly, Stood the only demon who was left only to be executed. Enmu, the lower-ranked number one. Who has vivid pink and jet black hair, began to speak, "Well, let's see..." 

He did not seem afraid at all, nor, show any sign of fear. Though, looking from his expressions, it was more like a pleasure to him. "This is like a dream for me. To die by your hand in person. I so enjoyed hearing the other demons' last gasps!"  He added, "I feel so blessed! Because I love to see others in despair and agony. I, thank you for leaving me for last!" He put his palms together while grinning.

Lord Muzan seemed pleased, his eyes placid. In a swift, a needle pierced on the Enmu’s neck. His body was in a state of convulsion, eyes converted white, veins conveyed. Its body was trying to adjust to the power his Lord provided. Hearing his words make Lord Muzans jovial.

"That's what I like to hear. And so, I gave you an ample share of my blood. Although, you might not be able to withstand the volume of blood, and die. Still, if you do manage to acclimate, you're sure to acquire even greater strength. Make yourself useful to me. Kill the demon hunter Hashiras! If you accomplish my tasks, I'll give you even more of my blood." He gave an evil smirk. 

The biwa was once again, struck. Providing a discernment of victory, power, domination and destruction.