Hey There Demons, It's Me, Ya Boy

35: Oh No His Inside Stuff Is All Over The Floor!

A/N: Kekeke Luci but black

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"YOU STUPID-UGH!! PIECE OF SHI-ARGH!! YOU STUPID-AH SHIT!!"

You clutch your dominant hand to your chest, knuckles split open and bleeding from punching the ice. It's ice-it's fucking ice, it shouldn't be that hard to break ice! Blood stains the ice that was keeping you to the ground, almost mocking you for your predicament.

CRASH!!

"AH!!"

You duck your head and cover the back of your neck when the house you were behind stands to crumble, debris of the structure sticking to your body thanks to the fire hydrant from earlier. You can't see what's going on, left to interpret what might be happening based on sound alone. If you were Uzui or Zenitsu, then you wouldn't have minded. But you're just... normal [Y/n].

Normal [Y/n] who was probably cursed to never die, only suffer.

Just like now.

You flinch almost violently as something wet drops on top of your head. And again when something wet drops on your arm. You look around you to realize it's starting to rain because of fucking course it is. The sprinkle was quickly turing into a heavy drizzle, reminding you how life just wants to shit on you every fucking turn.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING CUMMIES, SKY DADDY!!!"

You grit your teeth and start to take your frustration on the ice. Punching, scratching, raking, clawing, anything. You start crying again: the pain, the anger, the fear, the frustration, the helplessness. Every emotion was thrown onto the ice.

Your hands start trembling from the cold and pain, your knuckles split open, bloody, and bruised. Why does this shit keep happening to you? Even away from Demon Slayer, you can't even get away from demon slaying. You're not even doing the slaying! Fucking Satan and Luciel had to come to your rescue.

Luciel.

You hope he's okay. God, you pray he's okay. You don't understand why he insists on playing hero, he hardly knows you. But... he said you were already precious to him. That can't be true, can it? After all, your mother made sure to remind you that you are unlovable, and are unworthy
of it if anyone were to show you interest. Well, that's not true, she said a demon or a bad person might love you. And hey! Look where you are right now! Demon bitches on your left and right!

Woah, why are you even thinking about your mom right now? That's kind of weird, right? That was pretty random, too. You haven't seriously thought about her in almost a decade.

You frown, throwing another half-assed punch to the ice.

Oh.

You do a double take on your right hand, staring at the demon mark Little Akaza left. Could you summon Little Akaza here? You don't know what that little baby could do to help you, but you're sure he could help you think of something, right?

"GUH!!!!"

Luciel's body falls by the house, not too far from you actually. You could only see his top half, but honestly seeing just that made your heart sink. One of Gyutaro's kama was piercing him right through his solar plexus. Blood dirtied his torn clothing, and in places you can see chunks of ice keeping wounds closed. Luciel rolls over to his side to "face" you, coughing up a concerning amount of blood while also exhaling ice. Various parts of his dark skin had sickly purples blotches from what you assume is the poison.