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Bloodsoaked - part 3

Hands clenching, Himiko did her best to maintain her calm as she silently observed the peoples behaviour and actions, disgusted by what she found.

Despite their unstable history, she’d given them the benefit of the doubt, allowing them to grow and flourish on their own for decades, completely untampered with. Some had done exactly that, growing and flourishing in ways she’d never dared to hope that they would, their hunger for learning, adapting, and creating, something that even her kind found admirable yet futile.

Sadly however…. they were not the only ones who thrived.

Like parasitic pests, others had risen up with the sole purpose of snuffing out that creativity and growth, using these others' accomplishments to destroy, subdue, and devour, greedily and without remorse. Both demon and human alike. Slowly and steadily, they had gained traction, strangling the life from the brighter sparks and using them to fuel their own temporary gains, all the whilst convincing them that these things were for their own good.

It infuriated her.

After watching and waiting for quite some time, she finally came to a decision, a grim resignation taking hold in her core as she allowed her simmering rage to burn brighter, bolstering her for the arduous task that laid ahead.

It was time these people were reminded of the tenuous grip they held on their own fates, and the reason they once feared and respected the beings that lived in the dark.

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Standing on the rooftop, Himiko licked her lips, savouring the taste of the slayer's blood on her tongue. Their blood was always sweet, bursting over her tongue and making in her mouth water for more. Her life was easy, wondering from town to town as she ate her fill. The years blurred together as she moved along with a sluggish pace making her number climb as she went. Yes life was rather easy, yet. Yet today seemed to be the one to pick at her carefully structured plans and fray it at the edges.

She had put many slayers in their graves in her lifetime of wandering, even eaten four hashira that thought they could disturb her calm lull with their ire. But today, a particular slayer stood proud and tall before her, bruised and bleeding, letting the sweet scent of blood waft in the air lighting her nerves on fire.

He was a tall boy, his hair a bright red colour. Strong muscles and steel eyes. The twisted, pained look on his face didn’t suit him. It carried a tiredness that didn’t belong on a face that still held traces of baby fat on his cheeks. It reminded her of something, something buried far too deep under the haze of the creature’s snapping jaws in her chest, far beneath the rib cage and mass of bodies in her blood. Somewhere she can recall the same steel edge stare piercing her own a long time ago, bright fire red hair and soft skin. Oh how she tried to remember but the memory got lost behind the flavour of blood and flesh. She tried so hard and yet -

The memory always shattered like porcelain.

“You're sweet,”Himiko says, smiling sweetly as she bares her fangs. She’s already made a meal of his quarry, all scattered bloody masses of half eaten and bludgeoned corpses of limbs and innards. It’s been so long since she’s tasted blood so sweet, it makes her skin prickle with warmth.

“And you're disgusting,”he says, his voice is calm and for a moment it makes her pause at the sheer metal he has. He hasn’t paled in the slightest, even when everyone else had tried to flee.”How can you do things like this to human beings?”

“Come darling, come let me taste you”He lunges at her swinging and twisted his body as he goes. She moves so effortlessly and lets him tire himself as he attacks relentlessly. Once or twice he nicks her, but her blood bubbles and moves as if it has a life of its own as it’s spilled, hardening and cutting him up.

She toys with him for a while, but she doesn’t have forever, the sun will eventually come up. She coils her blood around him and watches his face pale as the sword breaks as it hits her skin. She throws him to the ground, piercing each limb to keep him pinned to the ground as she settles herself over him, surveying her meal.

“You fought so well,”she says, watching him squirm as she licks blood from his wounds. His arms and legs are useless at the point. She made sure to crush the bones.”why do you keep trying. Winning a battle like this is futile”

His eyes bore into hers as she leaned over him, as if she was trying to stare into his very soul. Years of watching the humans continue to thrive even as demons roamed the lands and even fight back made her wonder why they tried so desperately to survive.

“I do this because it’s my duty”he says, his voice trembling slightly. Looking close, Himiko can see how he clenches his jaw and the veins raise under his skin. Probably from pain.”I choose to come after you because it’s my responsibility. I won’t ever stop until creatures like you are gone from this earth”

Doesn't he know it’s futile to survive? Humans try so hard and yet in the end they’ll lose it all? Had she been that way once?

Himiko hums as she traces lines on his face with her sharp nails, entranced by the welts that form there. What kind of responsibility does he think he has? With someone as capable and as strong as her.

“What kind of duty do you think you have to take my head?”she asks “Why do you think it will matter, when I eat as fast as you can grow”

“My grandmother told me about you,”he says. Himiko has no interest in someone’s life story. Her finger hovers over his jugular, testing the feeling of the throbbing pulse beneath the layer of skin. It’s hot and the pulse jumps wildly possibly from blood loss ”Her name was Yua Watanabe ”

The name makes her pause. It’s been so long, the name makes the shriveled up thing beneath her ribs throb and ache. Yua, the name gives her so many conflicting emotions, she remembers soft smiles and joyful laughs. Sweet buns and soft red hair under a cherry blossom tree and the hard steel eyes that burn an intense green.

Yua. Huh, are these her memories? She wonders. Her memories of her past life were so muddy and dripping with blood she isn’t sure what’s real or fake anymore so she doesn’t touch that corner of her mind, fearing it may open a pandora's box of chaos inside her.

“What about her?”Himiko asks, gripping his head and forcing him to look at her. Her finger still sits on his neck, gently resting on the vein, poised to kill at any second. He swallows and speaks.

“She told me how she fought you all those years ago. How she failed at never freeing you from your suffering. How she vowed would never let you eat another human again. Why did you hurt her so much?”His voice gets more bitter as he talks as if what he is saying disgusts him “She regrets letting you get away. It was foolish. I think she loved you too much. She cared too much for a monster”

Himiko’s muddy snapshot images of her life dance across her eyelids when she blinks. The soft conversations she had after lost to the both of them, but she remembers a longing to run away and go far with the only person she truly trusts. The soft touches as lingering stares. She remembers the bloody night when the demon came and slaughtered the entire brothel and she remembers the pain of seeing her stare at her with the determination to kill her etched into her features.

The thing in her chest rattles. It’s long shrivelled and broken, the meat of it shredded and buried beneath a rage she couldn't identify.

“I am her grandson. I wanted to carry out what she couldn’t”

Himiko stares at him. Really stares. He looks so much like her. The red hair and soft skin are a perfect copy of her own. His eyes are fierce, unwavering and Himiko can’t stand it. She left her. She wanted to help you . She abandoned me. She spent so long looking for you . She tried to kill me. She tried to save you . She never cared about me. She loved you .

She can feel it again. The ache that she can feel both in her body and soul. A loved one she loved and lost for good. One that had broken the sanctuary and trust they built for themselves.

She pushed her finger and watched brightness in his eyes fade.

She devoured him then feeling the memories get smothered by the adrenaline rush of eating one with rare blood. These memories don’t matter, the feelings don’t matter. She has infinite lifetimes to forget them and she is gone.

Yua was gone now.

She was gone and yet the wound was still fresh.

Notes:

Himiko still tries to hold on to human things even if she can’t remember her old life. She wonders around looking for things she can never quite find.

I didn’t pay much attention, but the meaning of Yua’s name is to tie or bind and Watanabe means to pass over or border. In a way their fates are bound to each other for eternity. Maybe in life or death.

I don't even know how that happened.

#It's a bit dark #Blood and Violence #Mild Gore #Hurt No Comfort #Emotional Hurt #Implied Relationships #Implied/Referenced Character Death #Himiko #Original Characters #demons #鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba #Graphic Depictions Of Violence #Found a prompt and made this monstrosity. I hope it makes sense.#This headcanon is a what if about Himiko if she had thrown away her humanity instead. Set further back in a past set before canon.#writitng #writing community

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