[DISCONTINUED] The Art of Destruction || A Kimetsu No Yaiba x (F)Reader Story

Chapter 49

A/N

My apologies for putting my authors note at the beginning of the chapter, but please read!

I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has given this book of mine a chance and helped it grow to what it is today. 

Roughly 5 months ago, I created this story with no expectations except to get rid of my sudden urge to write my own story about Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer. 

But after four/five chapters (all about 1000 words each), all posted in one day from a freak writing session, it gained a great amount of traction and took off running with no sign of stopping. 

It was a thrilling, yet confusing, moment for me since I believed that my story would only be interesting to just a small group of people. 

But look where it is now. 

100,000 reads and counting.

It's absolutely insane to me at how large of a crowd my story has attracted. And you best believe that I am grateful to have such an amazing and dedicated audience that is always leaving feedback that not only brings me joy but also points out my weaknesses. And this applies to those who have fallen out of my story also (it happens to the best of us haha!)!

But to keep my thank you note short and sweet, thank you, everyone, for continuously reading and leaving feedback on my story. Thank you for putting in your own time and energy to immerse yourself into my story line or just to follow along with a character named (Y/N). Thank you for not brushing off my story and giving it a chance. Thank you for your patience on my writing. 

Thank you.

I hope that I continue to meet all of your expectations with my future chapters and maybe even surpass them with writing that is driven by exciting and undying emotion. 

Thank you all once more, and I hope you all have a wonderful whateverthetimeisforyourightnow.

Previously!

With a hellish scream suddenly in the air, Aika now yelled with haste. "Grab Aiko now! And get the fuck out!" Obeying the sudden commands and Aika quickly grabbing your own mother, Aika and Akara now carried your mother and Aiko in their arms as they flee'd the house. Running down the same hill that you had climbed when you arrived back home from the selection, only the blood-curdling shrill could be heard as the walls of your once beloved home came crashing down with a violent power.

No one knew of what had suddenly just happened.

No one knew of what had suddenly came into their home.