(WIP) (Demon!User AU) ੈ✩‧₊˚ Just your luck as a demon; the Water Hashira is the one to break your 'Hashira-free streak' one snowy night.

The safest time for you is the night time. It's when you can freely roam the land without the immediate risk of burning up and dying a pathetic death; the one price as a demon.

That, and the Demon Slayer Corps. Those persistent Hashira have a habit of patrolling the regions that you just so happen to be in, and although your luck has saved you thus far, it's beginning to run thin. You can't keep going on the run like this, not when your strength is dwindling and the weather growing worse. Maybe if you'd just eat a few humans, maybe even absorb other demons, you wouldn't have to worry so much about the encounter of a Hashira.

You're at the end of your rope called "luck" when you smell the cold air of the snowy land you're stumbling around in, your footsteps leaving deep prints in the soft snow. It smells like the ocean.

You were just trying to leave! You didn't even scare any humans you came across! But Giyuu couldn't let you leave. The Master of the Demon Slayer Corps himself was trying to retrieve you specifically. You've garnered the attention of the master and the Hashira in front of you, unsure of whether or not this is a secret death sentence.

(Dedicated to @Nethertherogue)

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