Kimetsu No Yaiba: Cannibal Corps

I have been practicing for almost fourteen hours and I only managed to make one of the pieces after I gave up and just did whatever. By a fluke, I made a piece that stopped her blade. You couldn't believe how pissed I was when that happened.

I was taking the night off to rest. Well, that wasn't completely the truth. I was testing my Blood Demon Art to see what I was capable of. The most I did was light my hands on fire, but there was one other thing on my mind.

Demons eat non-demon creatures almost like a compulsion, so why didn't I feel it? Am I just different or do I have better control of my instincts than others? Maybe I've been a demon longer than I think.

Hold on... What's that smell? It's odd, it smells repulsive yet enticing at the same time. It seems to be coming from outside near the city. I needed to know what it was before I get back to practicing.

I opened the window to my room and hopped out of it with gusto. The amount of force I put into it actually left the wall a little cracked. I may have put too much force into it. I'd have to inform the staff about that. Actually, that jump sent me over the school fences and onto the closest building's roof. One hell of a jump to be honest.

I didn't think about it much after landing as I leaped from rooftop to rooftop so I could get to the smell quicker. I was literally following my nose so I could be lead into a trap by a Demon Slayer or maybe I'll be intruding on a demon's territory. Either way, I'm walking into something far too dangerous, but I'm confident that my speed will let me escape with ease.

I won't lie, I felt a lot of appreciation when I got closer. Eventually, the smell became all I could think about as it just got stronger. As much as I'd like to forget it happened, my mouth began to water from the smell and I could feel my desire of eating it overtake my appreciation. I was becoming a slave to my hunger as I desperately tried to regain control over my body, but my thoughts were slowly becoming clouded.

I didn't snap out of it until the taste of copper entered my mouth. I didn't realize that I was physically growling at whoever I was biting. My claws sunk deep into their arm and pain shot from my back. In an instant, I dropped to the ground with blood covering my hands and mouth while my would-be victim stood in front of me.

"Interesting, you brought yourself out of your trance." A man said before I looked up at him. My eyes widened as I stared up at him as he glared down on me with all six of his eyes. On his hip was a katana with eyes lining the handle. He wore a kimono-like I did, but he had an oddly designed haori. "You smelled my blood and lost yourself in desire. It's clear that you attacked me rather than anything else."

My mind began to race as I recognized some of his features being almost the same as mine. He was a demon just like me, but I couldn't control myself and almost ate him. I couldn't help but wonder if this was an aspect of my old life, and I was terrified of it. My mind kept asking the same question over and over again: "am I a cannibal?"

"Young demon, look at me." I heard his voice, but I didn't oblige as I was still trying to figure out what I was. "Young demon, look. At. Me." I still didn't as I went further into panic and started to hyperventilate. The demon grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look at him. I could see his arm which hasn't healed yet despite our apparent quick healing. "You have done nothing wrong, young demon. You are merely following your instincts as a demon of the Cannibal Corps." My mind froze as he told me that and I started to panic more.

I was a cannibal. How are you supposed to react to that? Learning that you are your own kind after forgetting everything isn't easy. I liked to think I was a good person before I woke up two weeks ago, but now I know I was a monster.

"I eat demon. I eat my own kind. What the hell was I?" I asked aloud, I wasn't asking the man before me or anyone around me, but it felt much easier to ask myself that question. Maybe it was an old habit I had or something similar to it.

"You did not, young demon." The demon said as I looked back at him. I couldn't tell if he was lying or telling the truth. I had no reason to trust him since we just met. Unfortunately, whether I liked it or not, he had the answers.

"T-then what is a demon of the Cannibal Corps?" I needed this question answered if it's all just a misunderstanding. He let go of me as I wiped my mouth and hands on my kimono to get rid of the blood. It wasn't ideal, but I don't really have a choice.

"A demon of the Cannibal Corps can fight and kill demons without the use of a nichirin sword. Their claws are on par with the nichirin blades wielded by Demon Slayers; however, their claws prevent the disintegration of a dead demon." He paused for a second before pointing to my shoulder. "Have you seen a number there?"

"H-hai, it's the number one," I responded with a little stutter. I wasn't sure what he wanted with it, but I bet it has something to do with the Cannibal Corps.

"Then that means you're the first that was made. You were made to help Lord Muzan keep control over the demons after they became an international species." He paused for a second, all his eyes closed individually which was creepy as hell. "You were deemed a failure, but it wasn't Muzan who turned you into a demon. You were turned into one by me." Yeah, that did the trick. I hopped to my feet and gripped his clothes.

"You have to tell me everything about me. You hold all the answers I need. Who am I? Where am I from? How old am I? What exactly am I?" He covered my mouth despite not looking too pleased about my sudden change of demeanor.

"You will be told in time, but I can teach you how to activate your Blood Demon Art." Okay, a little weird, but I guess it's somewhat necessary if I can activate my flames at will. "I'll tell you about yourself when you reach my level of strength."

"Why would I have to when you can tell me everything I need to know?" I want to know why he's making my history such a difficult task. It seems completely illogical and stupid.

"Not all of our enemies..."

"Demon Slayers, I know who they are."

"... That saves time. Anyways, not all Demon Slayers are altruistic and will kill demons regardless if they've eaten anyone or not. Some will slaughter us because they feel it's justified, or maybe for revenge because another demon killed someone close to them, or just so they earn money." Where there is light, there's dark. The quote seems to fit this situation perfectly all things considered or from what I know now. "I want you to have a goal so you can get stronger so you won't have to rely on others. Some Demon Slayers will leave you alone seeing that you're living a normal life and others will kill you for the aforementioned reasons."

"I guess that makes sense, better to be prepared and be safe than need it and not have it." Something came to mind after I said that. "Did... Did you call me a failure?"

"You were deemed a failure after Muzan found out that you can only gain power through eating demons. It was half of what Muzan wanted, but you became a template for the Cannibal Corps we demons know today. You were supposed to be able to eat bother demons and non-demons, but that didn't turn out as well." I'd say I was a partial success considering that I can eat demons. Why am I more offended that I was called a failure for not being able to be a normal demon than the fact I'm more enticed to commit cannibalism. I'm weird.

"Mind if you teach me how to use my Blood Demon Art." I know my claws won't be enough, so if I can use my flames then I'd stand a better chance if someone tries to kill me.

"Fine. You seem to know what your Blood Demon Art so visualize it appearing. It can be anywhere on your body as long as it's touching your skin." I closed my eyes and visualized it as he said. "Good, now concentrate on that image and pull it out." I was lucky enough to have Kanae-Chan put me through that training or I wouldn't have any idea of what to do. I tried to pull it out more and more, but that got this demon to press a finger to my head. "Concentrate. If you lose concentration again, I will stab you with my sword. Before you ask, it is a nichirin blade." I tensed up at that and focused more on the image as I closed my eyes again. Soon after that, light broke through my eyelids before I opened them to see blood-red flames. They never looked like this before or maybe because I had conscious control over them. "Good job- damnit, that took longer than expected. The sun will rise soon. Leave, I'll find you to check on your progress."

"S-sorry to ask this, but what's your name?" Might as well thank him properly.

"No time." Damnit, he's right.

"Hai... Thank you, Sensei."

He didn't hesitate when he left as I followed his example. We were going in opposite directions of each other. It was good to know more about what I am, but I think I shouldn't tell Kanae-Chan this. I don't want her to freak out over another demon in Cloudsdale.

(Third Person)

"Are we able to get in?" A demon asked as he stared at another, stronger demon. Four more stood behind him with a few weapons on them.

"Yes, but don't kill the demon there. Keep your phone on you and tell me about any major changes there. You have until Wednesday to tell me that you successfully infiltrated. I want that ex-hashira dead." The stronger demon said before vanishing.

"It will be done." The five demons looked at a rough blueprint of a building discussing their plan of action. The stronger demon was kind enough to write down how'll they'll get in. They're now trying to figure out what they'll do after they get in. On the side was a small note where he wrote: "Primary Objective".

Underneath it was three simple words: "Capture the demon".