From once a simple student of normal character, Rue—an indifferent lad—was currently living through one of the many troubles that reeked as threat over the dwelling of American schools.

“Have fun…” a mockingly sweet voice came over the intercom.

Several seconds of deafening silence passed before “it” began…

The school plunged into a state of disarray... the uncanny sounds of bullets firing, shells used wastefully, rounds spilling across the linoleum floors.

True to their utterance, those saviors known as authorities—whom many frivolously awaited—never came. The constant fear of death now loomed over the school, a war of attrition toward the inevitability of their end. Their carefully orchestrated plan was simply perfect, from the exterior the school’s homage seemed as it always had, a palace of academic excellence and teenage grandeur.

Rue sat still, weary-eyed. His mind was in a haze, his features contorted with fear, a painful frown cutting his face. His normally sullen gray eyes had lost their spark. There he sat, seated on the faculty bathroom floor—his death inevitable if he continued to play this bitter game.

The painful wait for his death was nothing short of a visceral, surreal, terrifying ordeal—one no youth or person alike should ever be subjected to. There was something about hearing the blood-curdling pleas of his peers echoing through the school corridors that chilled his skin and heightened his awareness.

Ahh… that’s… that’s why.

Gnashing his teeth with a resolute expression, Rue quelled any remaining fear within him—he had to at least save her, even if it cost his own life.

He hated his past cowardice. How… how, even for a mere second, did he believe his cowardice would work? Did he meagerly believe hoping would keep her safe? HOW PATHETIC!

Thus began his crusade for his beloved, his rather altruistic, selfish death—his goal, to save one of the few solaces he had cusped in life.

His last moments were solemn.

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This novel was made as a joke ┗( T﹏T )┛

 Demon slayer is a work which has taken refuge within my heart due to my history with it.


It was the first manga & anime I've ever had the pleasure of watching and reading, it's truly a piece of fiction in which for some obscure reason I keep near my heart.


My novel is not really aimed towards Cannon or really any or most of any of the events foretold in the main story. This is my own twist, my goal for this fan-fic was simple–to improve my abilities as an author, nothing more. I have around 120+ chapters of random pieces of old or scrapped works currently saved onto my google drive… The novel itself will begin in the early years of the Edo period, and it will gradually progress from there. The Demon slayer portion is secondary, while historical events or just my own flare will take priority. 


Swords go burrr breathing grants you superhuman strength!!! (≖_≖)/ IDK, please understand that this novel or fan-fic merely exists to hone my vernacular and abilities in the art of linguistics. I plead my case. I'm not edgy, but some of my work may come off as such. 


Finally If you came for a quick paced convoluted isekai (system) novel which entertains the idea of Harem (IDK about romance yet) then you clearly came to the wrong novel and author, evident by your past pretenses. 


WAIT! Before my departure I must utter one final thing, Daki is the hottest demon, but damn why does her brother have to live basically inside–of–her… objective or not this is my belief. 


Verglas - Null