Y/n L/n was your everyday boy; helping out his family, caring for his younger brother, cooking with mother, and collecting wood with father. He was happy with this, although he never shows it, but it's not like he can.
Y/n never cried, nor has he ev...
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☁︎︎ Third POV
Y/n was back, he was alive and right in front of the pillars, but he looked so different. His stance was staggering, his eyes were completely dull, it looked like he hasn't slept in days as his hair was unkept. Compared to the Y/n the pillars knew from the start, to the Y/n now, there was a major difference.
Muzan visibly gritted his teeth as he clutched his fist, "Get out of here Y/n! I told you to stay put didn't I?!" He shouted, making some slayers confused.
Muzan's anger was clearly shown to everyone. His bloodlust was suffocating. The pillars realized just how powerful Muzan's bloodlust was, they never stood a chance in the first place because of it. None of their bloodlust could even compete with Muzan's.
"Y/n, step away from the battlefield!!" Muzan yelled, "I don't want to hurt you! I don't want to fight you!! You're making a mistake, damnit!! Why can't you just stay in place for one moment!?!"
Y/n said nothing, he kept the blank look on his face as he slowly made his way towards Muzan. He said nothing and did nothing other than slowly closed the gap that stood between Muzan and him. His eyes were focused on Muzan, and Muzan only, like a predator targeting a prey.
Muzan gritted his teeth. If Y/n wasn't going to listen to him, he will make him listen. Muzan raised his hands and sent tendrils towards Y/n. They were fast and they were constantly trying to grab onto Y/n, however they failed.
In a blink of an eye, faster than the other slayers could comprehend, faster than what the pillars had expected, Y/n had dodged, cut up and immobilized the tendrils. It all happened so fast that the tendrils haven't even regenerated yet.
Cut up pieces of flesh lingered on the dusty ground as only one tendril remained. But the last tendril was immortalized, having being stuck to the ground since Y/n pushed it down with such force.
Muzan's eyes widened as he just realized that his tendrils were useless. A shadow casted over Muzan as his gaze remained up. Y/n stood above him, standing and balancing on the tendril. His blade against Muzan's neck.
"Ha... Haha... AHAHAHAHHAA!!" Y/n laughed, "THAT WAS SO EASY!!"
A heavy sense of bloodlust hit everyone like a bullet to the head. The bloodlust was agonizing, yet sad to some extent, but it could very much rival Muzan's bloodlust. Everyone trembled at the blanket of bloodlust filling the air, even Muzan was shaking a bit.
Y/n's eyes were wide like he was a psychopath. He smiled horrorifingly as it almost split his whole face. It looked like he had gone insane, he had finally snapped after three long years of suffering and trauma.
Muzan furrowed his brows as his eyes were still wide, "Y/n..." He muttered.
Y/n still continued to laugh, "I'VE FUCKING LOST IT, MUZAN!! You've successfully driven me insane!! Are you happy now?!! Do you feel proud of yourself?!!? I'm not going to sit back anymore, Muzan!! I'm gonna fucking kill you, I'm gonna slaughter you, you fucking demon shit!!"
