Uh, so, it's been a hot minute, hasn't it? Yeah, so, SURPRISE! HELLO! How ya doing? I don't have much to really say. Been busy with other fics and an original book that's been in the process of being hashed out for at least a month now. That's really all there is to it. But, uh, with that being said:

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES/MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING: CANNIBALISM, EXTREME GORE, BULLYING, ABUSE, BRUTAL DEATH, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, AND HEAVY BLOODSHED.

IF ANY OF THESE THINGS BOTHER YOU, TURN BACK NOW!

IF THE WARNING DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU…

THIS STORY IS A FAN-BASED FICTION.

I OWN NEITHER MY HERO ACADEMIA NOR DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA.

ALL I OWN ARE MY OCS.

Now, onto the chapter!

[Volume 4 – 2: Creating The Moons – Part 2]

Bakugo had to admit, that out of all things he had expected to be happening to him at this very moment, getting his ass handed to him by some girl with an earphone jack Quirk was not one of them.

Wooden training swords clashed against one another as Bakugo was continuously put on the back foot, meanwhile, Ears was holding down the fort, so to speak, constantly putting pressure on Bakugo and not allowing him the chance to do something.

He would've used his Quirk by now, but the type of training they were doing forbade it. It annoyed him to say the very least, but then again, going over to Ears' house to figure out what it was she was doing and why it worked as well as it did against robots of all things—because seriously, those dull blades shouldn't have been able to cut through all of that—had intrigued him.

And, he wouldn't lie if he said he didn't find it kind of exciting. Dull blades were just that, dull blades. They couldn't, nor should they be able to cut anything. Yet, Ears was chucking those things around, each of which was easily 30 pounds, as if they were as light as a feather, and was using that incredible strength to brute force them to cut things.

If that was all, then he wouldn't have been nearly as interested. Anyone with enough training could do that. But no, that wasn't it. It was the speed and skill in which she was doing it. Everyone who saw her fight said that it looked stupid and that it was unprofessional. But Bakugo didn't see it that way.

Bakugo was a man of many things. Noticing talent was one of them. Ears had talent in the bucket loads, and she used that talent to better herself and to make up for what would typically be a "useless Quirk" so to speak. Not that it was useless in general, because there were things that made it good, but that was beside the point.

So, when he agreed to go over to her place to train and figure out what it was she was doing, he figured that it would've been easy. But the first day had been anything but. She taught him the basics of how to wield a sword using a wooden replica—which he had no idea why that was relevant but he went along with it—to then immediately forcing him into sparing matches that restricted the use of Quirks.

Needless to say, he wasn't that big of a fan of them. He always fought with his Quirk, and to have his advantage stripped away was unfair when Ears' Quirk was constantly active due to it being a mutant type. The only thing that made it even remotely fair was that she wasn't using the actual jacks.

When yesterday petered out, and when it was all said and done, he was sore all over. But never the kind of person to give up, he came back with a vengeance and put himself through the same thing.

Which led him to now.

"C'mon! Keep up would ya!" Ears shouted, pushing Bakugo back even further as he all but fell to the ground, taking a knee as he skidded back against the grassy terrain. The lawn tore a little, but that wasn't his fault. He blamed Ears' overwhelming physical strength for that.

The goal of the exercise was to see if he could knock at least one of the wooden training swords out of Ears' hands—and yes, he knew her name was Kyoka Jirou, but he wasn't gonna remember all of that. Ears' worked just fine, thank you very much. So far, he hadn't been able to do that even in the slightest.

Her grip on those things had been ironclad, and even if that was the goal, she constantly kept blocking and swinging to keep him from getting close. It was like the world's worst game of cat and mouse, except he was the mouse, and she was the overgrown lion barrelling down at him at Mach 20.

"Piss off! You're… You're…!"

"Go on, say it. Just once, I can take it~," Ears' teased as Bakugo huffed, mumbling something under his breath as Ears' smirked. "Say that again. A little louder this time, just so everyone else can hear you."

"You're too strong!" Bakugo ground out through his gnashed teeth, earning a cackle from Ears' as she helped up him from the ground. He only accepted her hand out of respect, but he had every right to slap it away and get up on his own.

"Well, you're doing better than two days ago, I'll give you that," Ears' replied as Bakugo huffed. When he came over, he got the same hazing ritual from Ears' father, whom he believed was a real twit, constantly puffing his chest only to get slapped by Ears' and told to shut up, which caused him to immediately back down. Thankfully, her mother wasn't nearly as much of a twit, though like Ears', she had a teasing streak to her. Unlike Ears', she knew the limits and she had only teased him once.

Though, speaking of Ears, when they first met, he didn't get all that good of a look at her. It was far too quick, and they hardly spoke. They simply exchanged contact info and went on their way. But now, after spending two days with her, leaving before it got too dark and then coming back, he had been able to get a more reasonable opinion of her.

Personality-wise, she was a snarky, haughty, and overall jerk of a person at first glance. But, get past that, and he could tell she meant well. She was a tease and constantly came up with ways to joke and poke at him, a trait her mother said came from her father.

Another thing about Ears was that she loved music. Didn't matter what genre, she loved it. Some genres more than others; heavy metal and rock and roll came to mind at just a mere glance of her bedroom. But aside from those it didn't matter. Put on a song and she knew instantly the title and the band who did it, or whether or not it was a remix or not.

Physically speaking, Ears was…. Well, how could he describe her? She wasn't all that tall, standing around 5'4, making her a head or two shy of his height, but that didn't really matter. When he first saw her, he didn't really stop to study how she looked—he never really did that with anyone. But there was something about her that made him pause.

Then, when he finally got a chance to get a real good look at her, it was hard not to notice that she had the frame of a goddess, and there was no denying that her eyes sparkled with life. Her smile was wicked and charming, and her laugh was like honey to his ears. She was strong, she was fast, and he respected the fuck out of that.

She might not've been conventually attractive as far as the rest of society was concerned, or hell maybe he was just saying that to delude himself, but by Kami whenever they weren't training, and when they got to talking, it was hard to not keep his attention solely on her. Not in a creepy way. He was respectful, and he didn't linger anywhere. Anywhere except her eyes.

He didn't know why, but her eyes were like vortexes, and he couldn't stop staring. She had caught him a few times and told him to cut it out, but it was really hard not to.

He had never felt that way about a woman before. It annoyed him, deeply. Even moreso than normal.

Her father had asked if he had any feelings for Ears, and the question had come after he had caught him staring at her, but he denied it. He did not have romantic feelings for Ears. He did not. He just knew when to recognize strength and prowess. That was all.

But, aside from that, the way she dressed matched her personality and attitude.

She was dressed in a ripped no-sleeve shirt with Deep Dope scrawled across it, paired with jeans torn a the knees, and she had a gold chain around her neck and a few red bead bracelets. She was also wearing a pair of black ankle boots that had a splash of rainbow colour on the toes of the boots, and she stood with the kind of pride that, even though she was kicking his ass, he respected.

Then there was himself, who had only thrown on a black tank top and a pair of workout shorts and ankle socks with runners. He was also a head or so taller than Ears', but that was to be expected.

He dressed practically, and while she did too, he was dressed more practically. He also had trained physically for three years and had gained a lot of muscle from it. Yet, even then, even with the fact that he was bigger than her both in height and physicality, she was stronger than him.

If this was a younger Bakugo, he would've been annoyed, mad even. But now, while he was a little annoyed she was rubbing it in, and while his competitive side wanted to know her secrets which was why he had been here, he was fine with it.

Well, that, and because of what happened recently.

Two days ago, they had gotten their acceptance letters to U.A., however, due to a shift in the curriculum, the actual entrance day to the school was shifted back by a few days just so that they could ensure that everything was ready. Apparently, it was a test. Just to see if it would be worth it. Two students from each class with a certified bloodline—whatever that was—would participate within the first years, though making an exception with three third-year individuals.

The names on that list had been Himself, Ears', Monoma Neito, Kendo Itsuka, Shinsou Hitoshi, Togata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, and Nejire Hadou. There were others mentioned on the list, but those were the names that stuck out to him. Though, as for himself, he was a little confused when the school's reasoning sighted his Great-grandfather on his mother's side.

Bakugo never met the man before he passed, but he was apparently the kind of person who thrived in the wild. It's where they got their explosive temper from. Ino—something or whatever. He asked his mom about it, and she showed him something, an heirloom of sorts

It was a matted old bore mask, along with a pair of broken old katanas. She had kept them in excellent condition, all things considered. If he ever had any children, she'd pass it down to him so he could continue with the whole deal. Though, as to why they were locked in a vault in her bedroom, he didn't know.

If he had to guess, it had something to do with the type of shithead his father became before he was killed by that wench. That cannibal. Though, if what Ears' had explained to him, that man-eating Demons were a real thing, had appeared in the past, and that was probably what killed his father.

At first, when that swordsman said that Demons were real, he didn't believe it, but the more he gave it some thought, the more it made sense. The more he rationalized that yeah, perhaps that was the case. Perhaps a Demon had killed his dad, and it would also explain why Ito had survived as many explosions to the face as he did.

The more he thought about it, Auntie Inko met that same fate. The police said that Auntie Inko's body was partly consumed. Izuku disappeared at the same time as Auntie Inko died, and while he was back, there were… differences that Bakugo couldn't overlook. Izuku changed, his Quirk seemingly evolved into… whatever it was now.

He was faster and stronger, and he could've sworn that he had blood on his mouth when he found him disguised as a woman. At first, he chalked it up to him being in a fight and having a split lip, but the lack of injury on him at the time proved otherwise.

There was also the fact that heroes had been cannibalized by the Hero Cannibal at a far more alarming rate and that even some villains were being killed too. Like, for example, the Shie Hissaikai. They were eliminated, and all that was left behind was half-eaten corpses. The survivors of the attack, namely some guy named Kendo Rappa, were both furious but also not surprised.

He would've liked to say that he was jumping to conclusions, but the Hero Cannibal stuff started roughly around the same time that Izuku disappeared. The more he thought about it, the more he began to put the pieces together, and the more things were starting to paint a grim picture.

Izuku had always been a weird kid. He was abnormally smart, and quick, and was able to get back up after he had beaten the shit out of him—which he was still heavily regretful for, but that was in the past now. There was always something off about him, but now that he thought about it…

"Demons are flesh-eating monsters. Doesn't matter what they look like. They could appear as a child, and you still shouldn't let that stop you. I don't know the specifics, but they used to terrorize Japan over 200 years ago. It was pretty bad. If they're coming back now, then they have to have a leader. Blood-red eyes are usually the staple of a Demon King. The last one had those eyes, and they were cat-like. You ever see someone who matched that description?"

Those were the words that Ears had said to him when he asked about what Demons were, and now, after everything he had thought over, it became strikingly apparent what had happened. Bakugo's eyes widened to the size of saucers. How the fuck did he not pick up on this? How the fuck did he let it be for so long?"Oh god…"

"Yo, Blasty McExplode, you good over there?" Ears' called out, snapping Bakugo out of his thoughts as he looked over to her, a frown on his face as sparks popped from his palm, irritation on his face as she smirked.

"Excuse the fuck outta me?"

"You heard me, or is your hearing going~?"

"YOU—"

"DINNER!" A loud voice cut Bakugo off as he looked over his shoulder. A man with shoulder-length blond hair, dressed in a white shirt and blue pants called out to them. Ears' patted him on the shoulder and gestured for him to follow her, throwing her training swords down, as Bakugo stared for a few seconds.

He watched her go in, and a moment later, he followed after her. As he passed by her father, Kyotoko to something like that, he glanced at him and smirked. "She givin' you trouble, Bakugo-kun?"

"Yeah, but she's better at this shit than me, so I expect it," Bakugo replied as Kyotoko walked with him.

"Yeah, that was like me with her for a while," Kyotoko said, closing the sliding glass door behind him as Bakugo glanced at him, eyebrow raised as he continued. "I was the one who taught her most of what she knows, aside from one move that she made entirely on her own."

"Oh," Bakugo muttered, glancing at the wooden floor of the home. "So, she's better than you, right?"

"Wha—Ha, no. Not even remotely. If it came down to it, and I was able to get my hands on those cleavers? I'd show her up tenfold. She's got 10 years on her belt, I've got over 30," Kyotoko said, smirking.

That was good to know, but even then… "You think she can teach me what she does?"

"You mean Sound Breathing? Probably not. You've gotta have heightened hearing for that. But Total Concentration Breathing and its Constant form?Yeah, she probably could," Kyotoko replied as the two joined Ears' mom and Ears' at the dinner table. They were having Tanketsu with Natto on the side, though Bakugo sat out on the Natto.

He honestly didn't know how people enjoyed that stuff, but to each their own, he guessed. It was a rather silent meal, with hardly any talking aside from a few questions Ears' mom had for her regarding her plans for school. Honestly, Bakugo felt out of place, but with his Mom needing space, and with him couch surfing from friend's house to friend's house, he was probably gonna have to get used to it.

When dinner was over, he had offered to do the dishes, which Ears' mom, Mika if he remembered correctly, was grateful for. As he did the dishes, though, Ears' stood behind him, arms crossed and staring at him absently. "Something on your mind, Ears?"

"Huh?" Ears muttered, blinking a few times before responding. "Oh, sorry. Spaced out. Kinda, I guess," Ears said, uncrossing her arms as she rested them on the counter behind her. "Just thinking about what happened on the news this morning."

"I don't pay attention to that stuff. What happened?"

"Damn, dude. I'm shocked, especially seeing as I for sure thought you had a celebrity crush on Mirko," Ears joked as Bakugo hissed.

"Why do you keep insisting that?! We've known each other for two days and that's the first thing you asked me after we started training!" Bakugo lashed out as Ears cackled. Bakugo sighed as Ears shed a single tear from laughter, before wiping it away and clearing her throat.

"Well, whatever. Anyway, she's retiring."

"Huh!?" Bakugo exclaimed, genuine shock on his face as Ears recoiled.

"Jeez, you're loud. Keep it down, sensitive hearing, ya know?"

"My bad, but, uh, explain?"

Ears stuck a finger in her left ear, twisting it a few times before flicking whatever was on the end of her finger on the floor, sighing as she spoke. "So, basically, Mirko was performing a raid on some terrorist group, and things were going well, till a mysterious villain with multiple powers showed up and beat her within an inch of her life, taking her right leg and left arm."

"A mysterious villain with multiple powers? What'd they look like?" Bakugo asked, turning to fully face Ears who shrugged.

"Brown hair, pink eyes, female. Why?"

Bakugo's eyes narrowed, his expression drawing up in a sneer. "That's the bitch who killed my dad," he hissed as Ears' eyes widened.

"Shit… I thought that they caught the guy behind it," Ears replied as Bakugo scoffed.

"Yeah, no. Not even close. They probably pinned it on someone similar 'cause there were no leads," Bakugo huffed, turning back to the dishes. He seethed in silence, and after a while, Ears left to go "jam out" or something. She was a rock fanatic, which given her whole family kinda of made sense. She was also kind of a goth, given her fashion sense.

It reminded him of his only little mini-goth phase when he was 13. He got piercings and everything in his ear and his belly button. He dressed in black clothes and stomper boots, and it was mostly a coping thing for when Auntie Inko had died. Younger him was an idiot, and he disregarded that phase of his. It was a cry for attention. That was all it was. When it got him nowhere, he ditched the whole thing and burned those clothes.

When he finished the dishes, he decided to go to sleep at Majima's place. He wasn't comfortable sleeping at a girl's house. It just felt wrong, though that didn't stop Ears from teasing him about it. But as he left, he could've sworn that Ears looked disappointed.

"Bah, whatever, it's probably nothing…" Bakugo thought. He had already made plans with Majima, so it didn't really matter. Besides, he was gonna come back tomorrow for more training. He wanted to at least get the hang of this sword thing. If what Ears said was true, and that Demons could only be killed with those special swords just like that Swordsman had said, then he needed to learn.

After all, if he was correct about what Izuku was, then he knew exactly who killed Auntie Inko. Bakugo didn't care for whatever reason Izuku could've had for it, that wasn't right. If Izuku had truly done the unthinkable and cannibalized his mother, then he would pay for that.

Unconsciously, Bakugo's hand balled into a fist as he walked down the street, and exited the neighbourhood that Ears lived in.

He would pay for sending his father into a downward spiral and ruining his family.

He would pay for killing Auntie Inko.

He would pay for killing all of those people and eating them.

He would pay for lying to him and his mother about what happened to Auntie Inko.

He. Would. Pay.

[XXXX]

When Eri said that she was going to take her to a warehouse to meet whoever "big sis" was, she didn't expect to run into another child. A child with starch white hair, and notable rainbow eyes. She was dressed in a large coat with a fluffy collar, kind of like Eri's. Unlike Eri's, which was green with a purple collar, the older child had a purple coat with a green collar.

Aside from that, she was wearing a white summer dress underneath with cat stockings, and she even had cat ears atop her head, which twitched when they entered the warehouse. She was barefoot, but that didn't really matter given that they were… well, Demons.

That was still something that Fuyumi was having a hard time coming to grips with. She wasn't human anymore, and she had to consume humans just to live. She hated that—especially given her previous profession as a daycare attendant and a kindergarten teacher.

Her brother was probably worried sick about her…

"So~! This is the newbie, huh lil' sis?" Natsumi questioned, looking Fuyumi up and down, who was actively cringing at her being as close as she had been.

"Uh-huh! Big bro turned her yesterday, and she was asleep all day! But, she woke up, so I took her to see you, big sis!" Eri said, smiling as she sat atop a crate, her legs crisscrossed with her hands on her ankles.

"Um… can you please get out of my face…" Fuyumi muttered, uncomfortable as Natsumi waved her off.

"Bah, I'm just checking out the goods. Besides, you're weak. Not a good look for you, right?" Natsumi said, before bouncing back. "Lord Muzan's got a new idea, but for it to work, we've got to get strong! Really strong! As Strong as we can possibly get, and Lil' sis and I got a head start on you!"

"A-And we have to eat people?" Fuyumi stammered as Natsumi nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! Duh! Didn't Lord Muzan say that when you woke up?" Natsumi said, poking Fuyumi on the nose as Fuyumi frowned.

"Yes, he did. But that doesn't mean I like it…"

"Tell that Ocha-chan! She got blown up twice for dis-o-be-di-ence, or whatever Big Bro said. You don't want that to happen to you, do you?" Eri quipped as Fuyumi shivered, earning a giggle from Natsumi.

"So~! We're gonna take you on your first hunt~! It also gets me and Eri some extra power while we're at it. We'll drop you off in Saga, and Eri and I will go to Asakusa. We're following a lead that Lord Muzan gave to us regarding a pro hero who's got some pretty nasty things levelled against him. Saga just needs a general clean-up of scum and its prime real estate. We're leaving in five, so if you need to do something, do it quickly."

"Huh… how are we going to go to those places without being spotted?"

"Me!" Eri said, hopping down from the crates she was sitting on with a thud, walking over to a wall, before clawing at her wrist, letting blood pool into her palm, before throwing it at the wall as it began to swirl and converge on itself.

Natsumi clapped, as Eri turned and bowed, leaving Fuyumi speechless. That… wasn't what Eri's Quirk had been. Her Quirk was Rewind. The ability to touch people and rewind them using some kind of naturally created energy. So then, in what way, did her blood turning into some kind of twirling vortex have to do with that? "How… did you do that?

"Big sis gave me the idea over the phone, and so, boom! Blood Portals! I have to know the name of the place and the location I'm gonna go to, but that's as simple as using Google Maps!" Eri said a large smile on her face.

"No… I meant… with the blood. How did you do that if your Quirk is Rewind?"

"No, my Quirk isn't rewind. It's Temporal Touch! Big Bro said so~!" Eri replied, bouncing from one foot to the other.

"But—"

"It's best not to question it. Whenever someone becomes a Demon, their Quirk evolves beyond limits. So, Eri's Rewind became Temporal Touch. Anyone she touches she can either pause, fastforward, or rewind. It's limited to physical touch, though, and she can't do it to multiple people at once. Only one at a time," Natsumi explained, ruffling Eri's hair.

"Yeah!"

"Okay…" Fuyumi said, slowly, crossing her arms as she spoke. "But that doesn't answer my question."

"OH! Right, sorry Todoroki-san!" Eri said, a nervous giggle following after. "It's my Blood Demon Art! I can manipulate and create blood, and I do whatever I want with it! Uh… well, not whatever I want, but I can do some things that I want. Big Bro says it makes me, uh… Upper Moon potential. Whatever that means… It has to do with the idea he's trying to come up with! But he needs at least 12 Demons to do that with. He only has Six."

"And… who are those six Demons?" Fuyumi asked as Eri's smile widened.

"Well, there's Me, Big Sis, you, Momma, Ocha-chan, and Izumi-kun!" Eri listed off as Fuyumi raised an eyebrow.

"Who's your Momma, Eri?"

"Oh! Momma's Big Bro's, uh… Queen? Consort? Big Bro doesn't really know. Ms. Todoroki, what's a Consort?" Eri asked, her head tilted as Fuyumi blinked, confusion painting her face, looking over to Natsumi as she shrugged, as if to say "Don't look at me, you did this to yourself".

Pursing her lips, Fuyumi chose her words very carefully. "Well, Eri, a Consort is a person who is married to Royalty. So, that means if your Momma's the Consort of Lord Muzan, wouldn't that make Lord Muzan your Papa?"

Eri gasped, her eyes gleaming with joy. "Wait! You're right! Big Bro isn't Big Bro, he's Papa!" As Eri said that, Natsumi had to hold back her laughter as Fuyumi smirked. It wasn't much, but it was enough. If she could get even the tiniest form of petty revenge for being turned into a Demon against her will, she'd take it.

After a few moments of Eri prancing around at the new revelation, they all filtered through different portals, and Fuyumi found herself in the Saga Prefecture, and specifically Saga City, because why wouldn't she be there? It was only when she set foot in Saga City did she realized why it sounded familiar when Lord Muzan mentioned it.

She knew of it because it was where Natsuo was going to University.

And, to make matters worse, she found herself in between the buildings of the very same campus. Her immediate instinct was to keep herself close to the wall, preventing herself from being seen as her heart thumped against her chest. She felt her claws dig into the concrete, and for her to go completely still as chatter filled her ears.

"Crap! This had to have been on purpose!" Fuyumi thought, narrowing her newly changed pale blue and black eyes. There was a puddle on the ground, and now she could finally see her face. Needless to say, it was a rather haunting sight. Her eyes had black sclera, and the actual pupils of her eyes were a frost blue.

Covering the lower half of her face were blue splotch-like patterns, and there was a snowflake emblem covering her left eye that meshed perfectly with the form of her face. Her hair remained the same, though now mixed in with the white and red, frost blue mixed within.

She was still dressed in what she usually wore, that being a white button-down shirt, a dark red cardigan, and a pair of blue jeans with black shoes. Of course, she had her glasses, but they seemed useless now, only serving to obscure her vision, so she took them off and placed them in her pocket.

A relaxed sigh passed her lips as she stood up firmly. She could do this. She just had to—

A very alluring, very tempting smell filled her nose, causing her eyes to shrink, her pupils to dilate, and her irises to thin out. Her claws seemingly extended, if only slightly, as ice mist poured from the sides of her mouth.

She didn't know what that smell had been, but she needed it.

It smelt like… like… like Wine. The best, most purified version of the nectar of the Gods. But even better, somehow.

Blood.

But, not just any kind of blood. She had smelt blood before when Eri ate that head. There was lots of blood, and it didn't smell like this.

It was coming from above her. Instincts kicked in, and she began to climb the wall. Literally. She dug her claws into the wall and began to climb up the wall until she made it to the roof. From there, she could fully make out the scent. She could hear murmurs from the ground below, most likely from people seeing her.

She didn't care.

She needed to make it to that blood.

She had to have that blood.

And so, in two short bounds, she covered the distance of the roof of the first building and followed the scent of the blood. She could practically see the red vapour leading itself to her. It was just a few short leaps away, and when she finally made it to what appeared to be a dormitory, she lunged through the first window she could get to, and broke into one of the many rooms via said window.

A feminine scream filled the air, and Fuyumi slowly stood up, turning to face an adult woman. She looked to be in her early twenties, and she had just come out of the bathroom. The woman stared at her, brown hair framing her face, green eyes staring into her soul as Fuyumi took a step toward her.

"W-Who are—"

The woman didn't get the chance to finish speaking as Fuyumi lunged at her. She was the source of that blood. She needed that blood. She would get that blood.

And that was exactly what she did when she tore the woman's throat out. Her screams echoed throughout the room, but they drowned out when Fuyumi continued to tear her throat apart. She was like a rabid dog, devouring as much as she could in as short amount of time as possible. By the time the door was broken down by some random guy, half of her face and upper body had been hollowed out.

The man shouted, electricity charging in his palm, but it didn't matter. Fuyumi touched the closest wall as a trail of ice poured out of her hand, onto the wall, and covered the man's arms entirely. The ice was pale and see-through, and all it did was slow the man down, but that was all that was needed.

Fuyumi lunged for him next, her mind already whipped up into a feeding frenzy as she tore him apart next. It all came as a blur to her. Blood scattered on the walls as she ate, jumping from person to person, heedless of who or what she was eating.

She was hungry.

She wanted more.

It was like a never-ending feast!

It was only briefly stopped when something slammed into the side of her body, which made her snarl in anger. A trail of bodies had been left in her wake—fifteen mostly devoured corpses—and standing in front of her was a brick wall of a man. In his case, literally. He had bricks for skin. "You're fucking psycho, woman!"

All Fuyumi did was hiss. She reared back, frost coming off of her body, and at the same time, black flames began to pour from her arms and down toward her hands.

"Blood Demon Art…"

The man took a step back, but it didn't matter, as Fuyumi arched her hand back in a slashing motion, bisecting the man instantly as her hand came down, black flame trailing her finger movements, before the trail exploded after a second, destroying the rest of the man's body and incinerating the area around him, evaporating all of the area to dust, save for the actual building foundation and floor.

"…Primeval Flame: Slash!"

The flames died as soon as they appeared, but everything in their wake was left nothing but ash. Carpet, wallpaper some parts of the wall, chunks of the floor, bloodstains and anything else that was caught up in the blast—gone, wiped out, as if it never existed in the first place.

Fuyumi looked back at what she had done as she stood up. When she did, she looked down at her hands and blinked. "Flames…? Black Flames? No… Primeval Flames. The very first flames. Hehehe… That's kinda funny. I have an Ice Quirk, and my Blood Demon Art is fire." As soon as that thought finished, she looked back over the mess she had made, and for a split second, horror had overcome her, only for it to disappear.

She had killed a bunch of people, but… that was to be expected. She was a Demon. She even ate most of them to boot. As a result, she felt as if she was on top of the world. Her body was brimming with power, and she assumed that due to the amount of flesh and blood she had consumed, she had awakened her Blood Demon Art.

But even then, the last remaining part of her humanity condemned her for what she did. But, she wasn't human anymore. She was a Demon. It was funny how quickly she had accepted it. Then again, why not? This was her life now.

Though, a part of her wanted to return home. To continue cooking and helping out her family. Maybe Lord Muzan would allow her to do that if she asked.

A sigh escaped her lips. It didn't matter now. She turned to face the partially eaten bodies and smirked. She had some cleaning up to do.

-To Be Continued-