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The forest's calm is a balm on your frayed nerves. It's not often you go for walks at night, what with the recent attack on the village. The demon slayers claimed the demons responsible had been slain but you weren't quite sure; you still felt eyes upon your every move once the sun fell behind the horizon. 

The sound of a snapping branch behind you sends fear rippling down your spine once more, cold and dreadful. Turning quickly, you come face to face with someone unsettlingly familiar. Except, the face of the boy who'd grown quite close to you in recent weeks was different. The skin of his forehead had reddened and malformed, with marks beneath his eyes matching the malformed flesh. His eyes were of a pure blue now, kanji reading Upper Four written across his eyes. Recalling the reports from the other slayers, you grip your weapon nervously. 

His blue eyes narrow, tears beginning to pool and fall despite his countenance remaining the same. 

"You really don't trust me anymore?" he asks morosely. "How depressing."

"What were you expecting Aizetsu, a slayer to keep loving you once you revealed your miserable nature?" a voice comes from behind you, surprise widening your eyes as you jump to the side, turning as you move so you're facing both demons.

The newcomer has vibrant green eyes, the same marred forehead and curved horns. As he grins, his tongue lolls out and you can make out the kanji for pleasure on his flesh. 

"No slayer would ever love such a morose creature," a third voice rings out, mocking and cruel. 

This demon bears golden eyes and a much more inhuman form than the others. Broad and brown feathered winds spread from his shoulders, and his hands and feet are scaled and clawed like a bird's talons. You realize with a start that the golden-eyed demon's state of undress is mirrored by the other two; in the reports it had been mentioned that the golden one bore no clothing what with his feathers, that the green eyed wore only pants, and that the remaining two bore full outfits. Yet as you observe the demons before you, your eyes are drawn to exposed skin on the one called Aizetsu. 

Cold fear drips down your spine again and you brandish your sword. There was only one reason a normally fully clothed demon would face a slayer like yourself with lack of said clothing. 

A sadistic chuckle sends even further chills down your spine as the fourth and final demon's hand settles heavy on your shoulder, his voice right in your ear.

"So the little slayer figured us out already," the red-eyed demon says, grip on your shoulder almost painful. "We couldn't let Aizetsu have all the fun after all."

"Sekiiido, I wanna go first," the golden-eyed demon whines. 

"Patience Urogi, there's plenty of slayer to go around." Sekido answers coldly as one large hand tears your nichirin sword from your own hand while his other rakes clawlike nails through your clothing.

Your chest and scars being exposed to the open air has tears welling in your eyes as the gazes of all four demons rake across your skin. 

"Sekido, you made him cry," Aizetsu laments. "Such a sad sight."

"Better he cries now than when Karaku has his turn," Uragi singsongs, the green-eyed demon to his side letting out a sadistic laugh.

"They always taste better with a bit of salt though, don't you think, Sekido?" Karaku addresses the red-eyed demon currently continuing to strip you of your clothing.

Sekido says nothing, instead occupying his mouth with kissing uncharacteristically gentle along your shoulder, hands roving over your bared skin. The others take the clear invite, shedding their clothing and advancing. Urogi manages to claim the space between your thighs first, lifting your hips with effortless ease as Sekido continues to hold your torso pinned against his own. The golden-eyed demon wastes no time rutting against your cunt while his talons prick into your thighs where he holds you in a punishing grip. 

Aizetsu hangs back, but Karaku shoves himself beside Sekido, busying himself with gnawing marks into your skin, occasionally taking a piece of flesh from your shoulder or throat when he nips too hard. The scent of blood seems to frenzy him, as he takes larger and larger bites. The pain almost distracts you from the feeling of Urogi pushing into you with far too little preparation, blood easing his way where it rolls down your torso from your shoulder. Tears fall freely from your eyes now, your frantic gaze searching for anyone, anything that could save you somehow. 

A hand grasping yours surprises you, your gaze meeting Aizetsu's own teary eyes. He holds your hand, making no move to bring it to his own cock, despite how his body clearly holds interest. The small act of mercy has fresh tears welling in your eyes until your vision goes entirely blurry. Urogi's harsh thrusts still hurt, but the copious blood slicking the way dulls all but the pain of the stretch. Karaku's bites grow wilder and deeper, entire chunks of flesh beginning to be torn away as Sekido maneuvers your upper body until you're shoved onto his cock, throat stretching to accommodate and airway almost entirely cut off. 

You can't see much of anything, vision obscured from how tightly you're pressed up between the demon's thighs as he thrusts into your throat. You can still absolutely feel though. Every last bite Karaku takes, every thrust Urogi delivers to your battered cunt, the way Sekido ignores the frantic convulsions of your throat. Hands suddenly grasp your left thigh tightly, tugging hard and you feel the joint give first, dislocating from the force of the pull.

"Urogi, move over! I want a turn!" Karaku's voice fills your ears, though muffled from your position beneath Sekido. 

Karaku keeps pulling until you feel flesh start to rip, a deafening scream tearing from your throat but doing nothing except further pleasuring the red-eyed demon. Aizetsu's hand squeezes yours as you scream and your body convulses, the pain leading you to piss yourself and add to your humiliation. As your bladder voids itself you can feel the rip and snap of individual tendons and muscle strands, what feels like forever but really is only mere seconds with the demon's brutal strength. Karaku wastes no time to bully Urogi to the side, shoving himself into your cunt with ease now that your left leg is out of the way.

The stretch forces another scream from your raw throat, and you claw blindly for Aizetsu. He grasps both of your hands tightly to prevent you flailing and injuring yourself further. Karaku and Urogi show no care for your body, both thrusting with an inhuman strength that you can feel rupturing the tendons inside your abdomen anchoring your womb and vaginal canal in place. You're not even sure your cervix is intact anymore, the pain radiating from your abdomen too indistinct to discern much besides the miserable, awful pain of organs rupturing from forceful thrusts and anchoring tendons snapping like spider's silk. 

Your throat isn't much better, spine compressed at a horrid angle and esophagus undoubtedly ruptured based on the blood you cough out each time Sekido draws back to thrust again. The only one showing any sort of gentleness is Aizetsu, who still refuses to engage with your body beyond his comforting hold on your hands. You can feel tears dripping onto your side, sliding into wounds left by Karaku's teeth, and you know without a doubt that Aizetsu is crying again. 

All you can hear however is blood rushing in your ears as you scream again, though did you ever really stop screaming? You're not sure. The pain is everywhere and nowhere, debilitating and delirious, and you can't seem to even know which way is up anymore. Blood gushes from your severed leg and you know it's only a matter of minutes before your tired heart gives out, no longer possessing the blood to function. You don't get to feel that though, because Sekido's next thrust is timed with Urogi jostling your body in a competitive attempt to move you away from Karaku.

A sickening, horrifically painful snap resounds through your skull, then there's nothing.

Aizetsu watches as the human's body goes slack, the horrible snap of their neck not escaping him. Their hands fall limp in his own and he feels shame cut deeply through him upon the realization that his arousal hasn't abated in the slightest. He continues to bear witness as the other three use the body until their finishes, dropping the human to the forest floor with little to no regard. 

"Not worth eating anymore," Karaku scoffs, kicking the human's ribs. 

Sekido makes an irritated hum of agreement, and Urogi for once remains silent, gnawing on the leg Karaku had severed. 

"You can have the leftovers, Aizetsu." Karaku finishes speaking.

The other three leave, abandoning Aizetsu with the slayer's broken body. Despite his arousal sharp as ever, and the stench of blood sparking his hunger as a flint to steel, he lifts their limp form into his arms. He knows there's a river nearby, can hear the gurgle of water with his heightened senses. He walks there slowly, doing his best on the way to wipe clean the human's skin. 

At the river, he lowers their corpse into the water, uncaring of the way their head dips under. Breathing isn't something they need to do anymore, he reasons, so it's alright for him to wash them entirely clean. Their eyes stare unseeing up at the moon. Aizetsu feels the urge to gently shut their eyes, making it appear as if he's washing their sleeping body. Once their throat and face are cleansed of blood and fluids, he continues with washing their body clean of dirt, blood, and the refuse associated with death.

The water makes easy work of the mess sticking to their skin, but the blood, fluid, and viscera hanging from between their thighs is another matter entirely. Aizetsu shivers as he reaches a hand into their abdomen through their cunt, prolapsed organs squishing as he blindly feels for the right tendon to sever. When he finds it and cuts it, the flood of guts, intestinal contents, and tissue that's washed away into the river would disgust any lesser man. As it stands, he finds their newly clean and lightweight body just as beautiful as they were in life.

The insides of their cunt are ravaged, almost entirely destroyed, but as he hilts himself in their limp body, cold and wet against his bare skin, he finds he doesn't mind. He doesn't rut desperately, rather opting to slowly thrust as if he were making love to them the way he did before they knew his true nature. He gently cradles their head against his chest as he feels himself growing close to the edge, beginning the process of absorbing them into his body. He never liked to eat the way Karaku did, all messy bites and viscera everywhere.

He found it more respectful, more tasteful to devour by absorption. It allowed the human's body to remain as unchanged as possible so his memories of them weren't tainted with the depressing visage of gore and death. He continued lazily grinding into the slayer's body as more and more of them was absorbed, their hands sinking into his chest first, then their arms, then eventually their torso and the stump of their thigh were melding with his body, sinking into his stomach peacefully. As the last of their body melted into his, he finally reached his release, only staining his own skin, just as he'd meant it to be. They didn't deserve the final dishonor of him defiling their body like that. 

The slayer's slight weight rested heavy in his gut as he bathed in the river, donning his clothes again with a remorse stronger than he usually showed. As he left the forest, headed for somewhere to wait out the day's light, he could swear he felt a gentle hand embrace his heart within his chest. A soft smile graced his lips as he slipped into the shade, vanishing as the sun's first rays shone upon the battered uniform and shining blade left on the forest floor.