The Death of Tanjiro Kamado
Blood.
That was the last thing he smelled before the world burned away.
The air was thick with ashes and the sound of screaming demons. Nezuko's voice called his name through the flames, trembling and desperate. Giyu Tomioka stood before him, sword drawn, eyes filled with sorrow.
"Tanjiro… forgive me."
Tanjiro's vision blurred. He could feel his limbs move, but not by his will. His hands—his very body—were drenched in the blood of those he once protected. He could see Muzan's reflection in the crimson pool beneath his feet, smirking through his own eyes.
"Your body is mine now, Kamado Tanjiro."
"Stop…! Get out of my body!" Tanjiro screamed, but the voice that came out was not his own. It was twisted, venomous.
Nezuko ran toward him, crying, "Onii-chan!"
But before she could reach him, a blade pierced Tanjiro's chest. Giyu's blade.
For a moment, time froze. The sunlight bathed them both in gold, and Tanjiro could see the tears falling from Giyu's eyes.
"You're… hurting everyone," Giyu whispered. "I'm sorry."
Muzan's laugh echoed in Tanjiro's skull. "You think sunlight can stop me? Foolish… I have conquered the sun."
And then everything went white.
The last thing Tanjiro saw was Nezuko's trembling face and Giyu's blood-stained sword. The warmth of the sun faded, replaced by the cold embrace of nothingness.
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