𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫.
That's what started it.
A story where a girl gets Isekai'd into Demon Slayer as a demon.
𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝗺𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝?
I'll try to update soon, Wattpad has been deleting my work...
𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐯𝗼𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝. I'm crying inside because I know who this is. I may not understand what he is saying, but I know something is about to happen to me. And not a good thing.
I mean, think back to what happened to Nezuko when Sanemi first met her. I know I'm about to get stabbed or something.
I feel the box get yanked again, and I hit my head against the wood. Again. I'm absolutely terrified. I'm shaking and my eyes are welling up with tears. So I don't let out another yelp at the yelling, I cover my mouth. Bro please don't kill me. I wanna at least see hot people before I die.
I hear another male voice yelling. The voice sounds familiar. It sounds terrified. You and me both.
"Please don't hurt my sister! Nezuko hasn't hurt a single person! She can help me slay kill demons!"
I only understood one word. Nezuko. She's here too?? That means that-
As I was thinking, my thoughts were interrupted when I was stabbed straight through the chest with a green blade.
By this time I already know I'm a demon or something like that since I would have died right away after getting stabbed through the chest.
My hand flies over my mouth as I muffle a scream. I start bleeding through the yukata Shinobu had given me to change into. Then I heard, what I thought was, Nezuko cry in pain. I felt really bad since this blade hurt like hell.
'Damn, I just knew bro had to double it.'
Suddenly, I hear more yelling between the two voices, the other being Tanjiro. I figured that's who it was by how he sounded. Then some rocks get kicked around and I hear the most painful sound ever: heads hitting each other.
