Demonslayer x Reader Oneshots

Daki x Reader

(Adapted from alternate request)

It was baffling the lack of concerns I held for this job or any sort of mission given to me by the demonslayer corps.  Maybe it was the way I no longer cared for myself much that made me so expendable, no helpful skills or redeeming qualities besides being used as bait.  Never fighting back or trying to change my fate seemed to have led me here, dressed up in a brothel type house looking for a demon where rumors infested this place like pests but nothing with any solid proof to report back after a full day of powdered hell. 

As my attention switched to my surroundings I rounded the hallways corner to hear the faint crying of a little girl.  The sound struck something deep inside me, a wrongness that reminded me that this was a brothel. 

Without another thought I raced down the hall to the door the horrible noise seemed to be coming from, throwing open the screen as the scene unfolded in my mind.  The room was destroyed, furniture turned over, dressing screens knocked down, only a small girl kneeling in the middle of it all.  My eyes shot around looking for what I assumed was a disrespectful client to find no one else. 

"Hey, are you alright?"  I knelt by the small child's side, my hand gently rubbing her back.  Her tears seemed to spill softer, her breaths turning even as she physically calmed.  Whatever happened in here had clearly spooked her.  I patted her with my hand, hoping I was making her feel better.  "It's going to be okay, you're safe," I murmured, not confident in my words with the destruction surrounding us. 

An overwhelming feeling oozed through my body as I instantly came to the realization I was screwed.  There was only one thing in this world that could incite such a suffocating aura of power.  My eyes stayed glued to the girl by my side knowing a demon had entered the room behind us. 

"What do you think you're doing in here?" a sharp voice demanded.  The girl beside me flinched before her crying continued now accompanied with trembling.  The demon was clearly female by the sound of her voice making my morals clash in a mix of contradictions though my responsibility at the moment was the well being of this little girl. 

I didn't answer right away, shifting my body over slowly to cover the girl as much as I could before flicking my wrist for the dagger up my sleeve.  It's no surprise to anyone I didn't have a sword.  Intended casualties don't get mandated weapons.  I sent a quick prayer to whatever god was there watching my pitiful plan unfold before I spun myself to my feet, striking with my dagger. 

Silence cut through the air, not my weapon, as I came to an abrupt halt.  She was absolutely gorgeous, more of a goddess than a demon really.  The point of the knife hovered an inch away from her unblinking eyes.  She, however, didn't hesitate to throw me across the room.  My body crashed through the screen door as I landed in the hallway as dazed as an alcoholic.  Bruises erupted down my back where I had landed.  The demon glared at me with an expression full of disgust. 

"You're not a consort," she spat, an accusation not a question.  Groggily standing, I attempted to reach the little girl who now was looking at me horrified.  I hope it was due to my injuries, not the demon behind me.  The woman turned away from me towards the small girl who flinched with terror filled eyes. 

"Wait, don't hurt her," I slurred, a metallic taste filling my mouth and dribbling out the corner as I stumbled.  A harsh slap landed across my face leaving a sharp sting that was surely bright crimson.  I collapsed to the ground in a daze, the room beginning to spin. 

"Don't tell me what to do," the demon hissed.  The edges of my vision began to darken and blur.  It was obvious to myself that I would pass out soon enough, fulfilling my purpose for this mission one way or another.