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"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚

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"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚..."
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Those were the last words Myron heard before everything went black. There was no sound, no feeling, no sight—just an endless void of darkness. His right arm had been severed, his chest pierced by the demoness's ruthless strike, leaving him teetering on the edge of death.

This was the third time Myron had faced death. The first was in the car crash that tore him fed from his world and threw him into the unforgiving world of Demon Slayers. The second was during his first encounter with a demon, a night where he was moments away from death before Rengoku saved him. But now, lying in a pool of his own blood, with the demoness towering over him, there was no one coming to save him.

All Myron could do was think. The pain was excruciating, but even more unbearable was the thought of how he had failed. He had let his guard down, not only allowing himself to be mortally wounded but also falling prey to the demoness's twisted kiss. He could still feel the icy chill of her lips on his, a reminder of a violation that cut deeper than any blade. It felt like a betrayal to Aiko, the girl who held his heart. Despite the demoness forcing herself upon him, despite Myron pushing her away, the fact that he kissed her back  gnawed at him, filling him with guilt and shame.

*Aiko... I'm so sorry...*

Myron's thoughts echoed in the emptiness. He had promised her that he would return, that he would keep her safe. But now, that promise seemed like a cruel joke. His mind flashed to everyone he had met since being thrust into this world—Rengoku, Senjuro, Uzui, Tori, David, even the enigmatic Ninja Ninja. Each of them had believed in him, each of them had given him strength. And now, he was letting them down.

*"It's so dark... and so cold..."*

Myron thought, the chill of death creeping through his veins, his body growing colder with each passing second. He could feel the darkness closing in on him, suffocating him, swallowing him whole. His life was slipping away, fading into the same void he had once escaped from.

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