nyslfriends Chapter 169: The start of the final war
Chapter 169: The start of the final war
Chapter 169 - The start of the final war[3rd POV]
(Infinity Castle)
Nakime's biwa echoed softly through the infinite dimension.
Her fingers, slender and lifeless, plucked the strings with eerie precision. The walls of the Infinity Castle shifted and folded with every note, bending reality as if space itself bowed to her will. Dark corridors twisted endlessly, and rooms appeared and disappeared in an eternal cycle of chaos.
Her gaze, cold and detached, remained fixed on the endless void in front of her. Though her lips never moved, her thoughts reached out beyond the boundaries of her domain.
Her single eye with crimson veins saw beyond what was in front of her. They were seeing through the small demon eyeballs that wandered the human world. She was scouting,
"So you won't help your own son because of fear huh....what kind of a mother are you?" Rui asked.
The mother's breath hitched before her head was ripped off by a thread. Too fast, too quick, she had no time to even beg.
"I guess I have no choice," Rui said as he walked towards the door on the ground.
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(Hakone Tozan Railway)
Enmu lounged lazily atop a speeding train, his body stretched across the roof as the wind whipped through his hair.
"Ah... the sound of mortal hearts..." His ears twitched as he listened to the rhythmic thrum of the passengers' dreams below.
"So many... so many dreams."
A twisted grin curled across his lips as his fingers danced in the air, weaving threads of nightmares into their fragile minds.
"What should I show them tonight?"
His voice was almost playful, but there was an edge of cruelty beneath the surface. "A reunion with their dead loved ones? Or perhaps... the fear of never waking up?"
A muffled scream echoed from within the train.
"Ahhh... that's better."
Enmu chuckled softly, his body shifting as he stretched. He marvelled at the amount of control he had, the amount of power flowing through his limbs was unreal.
Indeed, this was what he always dreamed of.
To be so strong.
But then, a chill rippled through the air.
A familiar vibration echoed through his bones, a sound that stirred something deep within him.
The biwa.
Enmu's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
"Finally..." His voice was barely a whisper. "I was growing bored."
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(An abandoned temple)
Hantengu cowered in the shadows of a ruined temple, his frail form quivering as he clutched his knees to his chest.
"They're coming... they're coming..." His voice was a trembling whisper, eyes darting back and forth, searching for unseen enemies. "They'll find me... they'll hurt me..."
His bony fingers clawed at the ground, scratching deep gouges into the dirt as his fear consumed him.
"No... no... I didn't do anything wrong..."
A low growl echoed from inside his body.
"Coward."
Hantengu flinched.
"You whimper like a dog," Sekido's voice, filled with rage, thundered through his mind. "They'll tear us apart if you keep cowering."
Another voice, smooth and calm, spoke softly. Karaku's amusement laced every word.
"Perhaps... but fear makes things so much more delicious, doesn't it?"
Urogi's laughter echoed next, wild and untamed.
"I say... let them come. Let's see who survives."
Hantengu's eyes darted in all directions, his body trembling harder.
"N-No... no more..."
The different personalities inside him. He hated them, they always brought him trouble, and they always made him the target.
It's not him. He was the victim here, always getting the blame from what these people inside him did.
He never committed those crimes, no.
iT wAsn't Him!!
But then, a sound pierced the madness.
The pluck of a biwa.
The voices went silent.
Hantengu's trembling ceased, his eyes wide with terror.
"Nononononononononononononononono..."
But he had to move towards the portal all the same. He never wanted this, he swore, even with the wide grin in his place.
He was a demon who never stopped blaming.
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(The Tsumago Village)
The ground cracked and sizzled beneath Daiyo's feet.
The air around him shimmered with heat, and the sky above reflected the burning glow of his rage. Molten veins pulsed through his obsidian-like skin, the glow beneath his flesh resembling rivers of lava coursing through a volcanic mountain.
The village below him was a ruin. Houses melted, and the land was scorched beyond recognition. Ash and embers danced in the air, carried by the wind like messengers of death.
"I felt warmth," he said, "But it was fleeting,"
The warmth of love and heat always had similarities in his mind. He had spent years wandering the world, burning things to feel the warmth he had lost long ago.
The living furnace searched for warmth.
He felt them, at times...
"But they never last."
The flames reflected in his eyes dimmed slightly as he tilted his head upward, sensing something...
A pulse.
A familiar vibration echoed through the air.
Nakime.
"Something else to burn?"
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(The Gallery of Masks)
Masks.
Countless masks.
They lined the walls of the chamber where Omburo stood, his fingers tracing their carved expressions with a reverence only he understood.
Each mask was a face he had claimed, a soul devoured and immortalized through his twisted art.
"Which one... which one shall I wear tonight?" His voice echoed as his masks shifted, morphing and distorting with each passing moment.
One mask grinned wickedly. "Joy."
Another sneered. "Rage."
A third wept silently. "Despair."
As he contemplated, the faint vibration of Nakime's call reached him.
Omburo's masks stilled for a moment.
"Ah... the Butterfly Mansion. I will need to wear my best face," A low chuckle escaped his lips, and his mask began to shift faster.
"But there are so many faces to wear."
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The Twelve Moon demons had gathered together again after one year - the time limit that Muzan had given them to grow their number and power.
It was the gathering of death.
Disaster approaches, hoping to erase the hope of the Demon Slayer Corp.
Their healing place.
The Butterfly Mansion.
It was the start of the final war.
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