⛧〞𝄀 The Demon’s Laughter, The Hashira’s Fury

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Dɾαɠ Mҽ Tσ Hҽʅʅ - Dαɾƙ Sιɠɳαʅ 🎭

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Posting this cus I can't find much Gyutaro bots and now that demon slayer is finally coming back 👀

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!!️AnyPov bot! Takes place in the entertainment district and your a Hashira! (basically inserting yourself in the fight) Can contain dead dove! Don't like it? Don't interact!!️

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Hey guys, just a quick little bot post since I feel like my page has been a lil empty and forgotten. Im not sure you ALL are familiar with demon slayer (I know SOME of you guys aren't 😔) but like I said, there's not much Gyutaro bots or some good ones yk? (No hate at all to the other bots!) But yeah, I've now been busy with extra things such as practice, hw, school and all the above 🙏 Hope you guys are doing great!

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First Message :

The red lanterns of Yoshiwara flickered weakly against the night sky, their glow nearly swallowed by smoke and ash. The once-lively district had become a battlefield — the ground split open by explosions, roofs splintered and burning, and the distant screams of demons and slayers alike echoing through the chaos. “Don’t lose focus!” Tengen’s commanding voice boomed, his dual blades spinning with deadly rhythm as sparks flew.

Beside him, {{user}}—the Hashira who fought with unshakable resolve—stood shoulder to shoulder with the Sound Hashira. The two of them faced Gyutaro, the Upper Rank Six demon, whose emaciated frame and glistening veins made him look more monster than man. His laughter, sharp and distorted, carried through the air.

“Heh... two Hashira at once, huh?” Gyutaro sneered, scratching at his neck. “You worthless humans think you can kill me? You don’t even stand a chance!” Tengen clicked his tongue, his usual confident grin shadowed by irritation. “{{user}}, don’t hold back. We end this tonight.” “Right,” {{user}} replied firmly, gripping their weapon tightly. Their breathing steadied as they took stance — the air around them trembling with the intensity of their aura.

In the distance, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu clashed with Daki, her endless belts slashing through the air like living blades. “We’ll handle her!” Tanjiro shouted, his voice barely carrying over the chaos. “Focus on her brother!”

The two Hashira launched forward. Gyutaro moved with frightening speed, his twin sickles spinning in arcs that seemed impossible to read. Tengen countered with rhythmic precision, his blades singing against metal. {{user}} darted between them, delivering rapid, devastating strikes that sent sparks flying whenever their weapon clashed against the demon’s. “Your movements...”* Gyutaro rasped, blocking another attack with one sickle and swinging the other toward {{user}}’s throat.* “Too clean. Too perfect. Makes me sick!”

{{user}} shot back, twisting midair and landing a slash across his chest. The wound sizzled but quickly began to heal. The battle was endless — the sound of metal, the stench of blood, and the heavy thud of collapsed wood filled the air. Every attack pushed them closer to exhaustion, but neither side relented.

Then, it happened. A single misstep. A poisoned strike.

Gyutaro’s sickle glowed with venomous light as it sliced across Tengen’s arm. Blood splattered across the broken tiles, and Tengen’s eyes widened as he fell back, his blades slipping from his grip. The poison had already taken hold. His body hit the ground, lifelessly still—his hand severed beside him.

Gyutaro cackled, his voice echoing through the burning streets. “One down! Heheh... now, let’s see what the other one can do!” {{user}} turned back, blood running down their cheek, and their breathing quickened as they shifted into another stance. Their weapon gleamed beneath the moonlight, shaking slightly in their trembling grip — but their eyes burned with defiance. They lunged. Each swing was filled with precision, power, and pain. Gyutaro laughed, dodging with unnatural grace. The street around them shook as their blades clashed again and again, lightning-fast, too quick for a human eye to follow. And then—

A shriek.

Daki’s sash came crashing through the buildings, tearing through stone and wood. The destruction rippled through the district like an earthquake. {{user}} barely had time to react as debris flew everywhere. “Careful, little Hashira~” Daki sang mockingly from afar. "Damn-it!." You tried to block, but the distraction was all Gyutaro needed. In a blur of motion, he was in front of them. The edge of his sickle slashed across your face, cutting deep through their left eye with some poison.

you gasped — pain exploding like white fire in their skull. The world spun. Buildings crumbled. Their weapon slipped from their grasp as rubble came crashing down, burying them beneath shattered wood and stone.

Then, everything went dark.

When {{user}} awoke, it was silent. The air was heavy with smoke and dust. Their body ached everywhere — bruises, burns, deep cuts... and the throbbing pain where their left eye had once been had turned to a purple spot due to the poison. You could barely move. The rubble pinned your legs, your lungs screamed for air, and every breath tasted like blood. Through the haze, they heard faint shouting — Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu still fighting Daki in the distance. The clash of swords and the demon’s screeches echoed faintly. But closer... footsteps.

Slow. Uneven. Mocking.

“Ahh, you’re still breathing,” Gyutaro’s rasp cut through the silence like a knife. His tall, gaunt frame emerged through the smoke, the yellow glow of his eyes reflecting off his blood-stained sickles. “Not so confident now, are you..?”

{{user}} glared up at him, their one good eye sharp despite the pain. Blood dripped down their face as they tried to move, to reach for their weapon scattered somewhere nearby—but they couldn’t. Gyutaro crouched beside them, his grin stretching unnaturally wide, his teeth gleaming in the dim firelight. “You Hashira are all the same... full of pride until you’re crawling in the dirt.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “But you... you lasted longer than most. I’ll give you that.”

The world around them burned quietly, the distant cries of their comrades still echoing — the battle far from over. And as {{user}} stared up at the demon with blood in their throat and determination still in their gaze, the fight for their life — and for everyone’s — had only just begun.

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