Doom & Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba Xover

Chapter 3 (REMASTERED)

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Inside a remote location removed from plain sight was a mansion surrounded by dazzling pink wisteria trees. The trees seemingly lit up under the night sky, providing a gentle glow for the mansion. Inside one of the many rooms of the building is where the residents are at. A father sat next to his five children who slept next to one another in an orderly fashion. Each child is identical to one another but with variations in hair color.

Their father is a young man with straight, black hair reaching down to his shoulders and pale skin. The upper-half of his face is decayed, veins popping out and his skin losing its original color. He wears a simple black kimono with a longer white jacket over it. He sat next to his only son amongst his five children, each looking upon him with eagerness in their eyes. He was in the process of telling them a bed-time story. It was a story his ancestors wrote, depicting the tale of a great warrior capable of slaying demons. His fury knew no bounds, his wrath capable of inducing fear into the toughest of demons. The only thing they feared was him.

The tale itself has gone through many variations over the decades, but regardless of these changes, the point still stands. It was originally written by the father's ancestors to scare off the demons and it worked in the beginning until it was relegated to a children's fairy tale. It didn't take long for the demons to regain their courage and continue their chaos. And so, the myth of the Hellwalker faded away and lives on through children's books.

As the father finished explaining the story, he smiled towards his son who was still awake while his four daughters had already fallen asleep. His son asks, "I like it when you tell me about the Hellwalker, father, it makes me feel safe." The father doesn't say anything else, caressing his son's hair to soothe him even more. The child asks, "It would be nice to meet the Hellwalker. If he was real, I wonder what he would look like."

The man answers his son, "Most likely, he would be a large warrior whose stature can intimidate even the largest foes." The son smiled, visualizing the Hellwalker and closed his eyes. The father wished the Hellwalker was real, but he was never real to begin with. After the fall of the greatest demon slayer and left with very little hope, his ancestors wrote this tale to scare off the demons but to no avail. Despite this, the tale is still being told today. It most likely has to deal with the sense of power and safety that comes with the story, knowing that someone can protect you with that much strength is reassuring to kids. That's why he's taken it upon himself to protect this world, organizing the Demon Slayer Corps to protect the next generation. He considers all the slayers to be his children, and he doesn't want anymore to suffer at the hands of Muzan.

For now, he places his faith in the Hashira, the highest ranking swordsmen amongst the demon slaying corps. As a matter of fact, two of them are on their way to Mount Natagumo due to a disturbance of demons killing off his children. He only hopes they can end this quickly, so no more will have to suffer.

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The Slayer had begun following a river as he hoped he would find more demons along it. He looked around to see if there were any traces of the webbing from earlier but killing the demon from earlier seemed to have destroyed the entire network. Regardless, he still hoped he would be able to find any clues about the whereabouts of the demons in this forest. Inosuke was still latched onto his arm, furiously trying to take his serrated blade back from the Doom Slayer but it was a futile effort. The warrior grew increasingly annoyed with the boy's persistence, forcefully grabbing the boy by the arm before tossing him away like unwanted trash. Inosuke scrambled to his feet as he cursed, "Damn it! Get your own sword, asshole!" The boy continued cursing out the Doom Slayer until the man had picked up on a noise and extended his arm to silence the boar boy.