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Lilacs and Lone Wolves - Prologue

The journey across the pacific was a difficult one, albeit, the United States Demon Hunter Militia had pitched in a pretty penny for her to take a steamship voyage into Tokyo's bay.

Demons had spilled over and multiplied across continental bounds centuries ago, hiding in the bellies of mast ships where they docked in Dover, and Bordeaux, Chengdu, and Bombay. It wasn't long before the vile creatures that only preyed on the weak in the shadows of night had crawled their way to the Americas.

Their bloodthirst seemed to know no bounds. Staying in Japan wasn't enough, it seemed. It was the 20th century now, and demon-kind had left no stone upturned as they ravaged all six hospitable continents.

The Demon Slayer Corps were legendary, bordering upon mythology to those who only heard snippets and stories far away in the bay of Seattle, straining their eyes to see as far as they could into the Pacific Ocean, where maybe, just by chance, one of those mythic warriors who possessed the knowledge to kill demons would share it with the rest of the world. You always wondered if such and organized class of 'demon slayers' even existed. Better yet, if they did exist, did they even know how far demons had reached? Did they care?

Every region and nation came up with their own solutions for the blight of demon-kind, here in America, it was a haphazard militia. Independent streaks were a mile wide in these frontier regions, so government involvement was little to none when the sheriffs hadn't even been able to control the violence in the burgeoning gold-rush towns of California, or the mass movement of miners heading north to the Klondike.

Instead, locals came together to form their own bands all under the same name. No designated leaders, no deputies or generals, just survivors of families who had been torn to shreds at the hands of demons. You, of course, were no exception. Demons loved scavenging the wagon trains and railroads that drove headlong into the west, and your family was no exception when it came to the bloodlust of a freshly turned demon seeking flesh to devour. A group of demon hunters had chanced to come by and overturn the dead body of your mother, who had shielded your infant form as the demon ate her alive. They picked you up, a toddler, guessed to be around age two or three, and carried the child along on their travels.

You grew up on the road, learning the ins and outs of a Winchester rifle. Demon Hunters skills when it came to killing demons were rudimentary at best. Bullets made of metal smelted in the fires of lilac and wisteria wood coals could poison a demon, but not kill them. So when chance one's aim landed true, the bayonet, fired in the same coals as the bullets, could be unclipped from the barrel and hacked at the neck of the demon until it erupted into ashes.

Definitely nothing graceful like the legendary styles of the demon slayers, who fought with artfully crafted katanas and centuries old techniques. That was precisely why you were even on such a journey into the seas of Japan.

Demons were getting stronger, even a fool could tell. A crude rifle and bayonet technique that was successful around fifty percent of the time was quickly dropping to numbers around twenty-five. If those warriors of legend were real, you'd traveled the thousands of miles just to beseech them for wisdom and guidance so that the rest of the world could stand a fighting chance.

Such thoughts steeled your mind as you stepped foot onto solid ground in the port of Tokyo. A rapidly modernizing and growing city full of life; the clashing point of the East and West.

Ubuyashiki was the name written in old notes and passed by word of mouth until it reached your ears. You'd find them, or their descendant, whoever the hell processed that name, and you would stop at nothing to learn their way with the blade.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #demon slayer x reader #tomioka giyuu

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