Bang! Bang! Bang!
The night erupted in a continuous roar of gunfire.
Driven to the edge by the horrifying presence of the demons, the police officers had completely lost their minds.
Their commander's frenzied orders to open fire had shattered their restraint, and a primal mix of fear, duty, and revulsion took over.
Their rifles spat hot lead, the flashes of fire and smoke illuminating a scene of pure slaughter.
Bullets tore through the air indiscriminately, aimed at both the snarling demons and the Demon Slayers desperately trying to fight them.
Splat!
A Slayer with badly injured legs was unable to dodge and was shot in the chest by a burst of gunfire.
A spray of red painted the rubble behind him, his eyes wide with disbelief and despair as his world faded to black.
"You bastards! Stop!" another Slayer roared, parrying the razor-sharp claws of a demon.
"We're on your side, you idiots!"
A heartbeat later, a bullet tore through his shoulder.
The searing pain made his grip on his Nichirin Blade falter, and the demon lunged, sinking its fangs deep into his throat.
CRUNCH!
A torrent of hot blood gushed from the wound.
"Argh! Damn humans! I'll tear you all apart!" A horned demon shrieked, its arm shattered by rifle fire.
It lunged toward the police line, but before it could reach them, a blood-drenched meteor hammer crashed down from above, obliterating its entire upper body in a shower of gore.
"Stop this!" Himejima Gyomei bellowed, tears of anguish streaming from his sightless eyes.
His massive flail and axe were a whirlwind of destruction, crushing any demon that dared to charge his comrades.
But he couldn't be everywhere at once.
And he couldn't bring himself to turn his weapons on the human officers who were gunning down his friends.
His desperate pleas were lost in the cacophony of gunfire and screams.
It was utter, bloody chaos.
While the police firepower was little more than a nuisance to the immortal demons, it was a death sentence for the exhausted and wounded Demon Slayers.
The less intelligent demons that hadn't fled the initial chaos now reveled in the turmoil, pouncing on any source of fresh blood they could find—Slayer and officer alike.
"YOU IDIOTS!" Sanemi roared.
His Wind Breathing sent blades of wind slicing through the air, shredding incoming bullets and demons with equal fury.
But even his power had its limits.
More than once, he was forced to watch helplessly as another comrade fell into a spreading pool of their own blood.
In the center of it all, Shinichi stood motionless.
The brutal fight with Kokushibo had left him drained, but his mind was cruelly clear as he witnessed the massacre.
He watched the Demon Slayers—men and women who lived only to protect humanity—being cut down by the very people they were sworn to defend.
He watched Gyomei and Sanemi fight with desperate, heartbreaking fury to shield their comrades.
He watched the police, goaded on by their commander, fire recklessly into the fray.
Shinichi's chest heaved.
In that instant, his gaze locked onto the police commander, and he saw it—a flicker of golden light in the man's eyes.
And for a fraction of a second, reflected within them, was the kanji for "Six."
Rage, pure and overwhelming, detonated in Shinichi's mind.
'That bastard'.
'He's a demon in disguise! Upper Rank Six—Kamaro! The cunning snake who vanished at the start of the battle! It was him all along!'
Across the crater, the battered Kokushibo silently sheathed his shattered blade.
He was in far better shape than Shinichi and should have seized the chance to end their duel.
But he paused, his six eyes watching with detached curiosity.
Shinichi's presence was changing, twisting into something far more demonic.
"RAAAAAAAAAGH—!!!"
A roar that was no longer human, a sound of pure agony and savage fury, ripped itself from the depths of Shinichi's throat.
The crimson glow in his right eye pulsed like a blood moon, completely swallowing the emerald light in his left.
Fangs erupted from the corners of his mouth, growing so long they pierced his own lips, letting drops of scalding hot blood fall to the ground.
The crimson patterns on his body spread like living venom, crawling up his neck and across his face as the veins beneath his skin bulged violently.
The Demon Blood Backlash.
He had forcibly broken past his limits, and now he was plunging into an abyss of uncontrollable rage.
Shinichi moved.
This wasn't the skilled, frenzied attack he'd used against Kokushibo.
This was the pounce of a wild beast.
His Nichirin Blades lay forgotten at the bottom of the pit.
His new target was the police.
"Kill the rioters! Kill them! Kill them all!" the possessed Superintendent Kuroo continued to scream with a manic grin on his face.
"Sir! Look out—!" A nearby policeman's warning was cut short.
Kuroo turned just as a black, clawed hand burst through his chest.
SPLURT!
Amid the spray of blood and shredded organs, dark, demonic tendrils swirled, unseen by the other officers.
The man possessed by Kamaro flashed Shinichi a ghastly grin.
"There it is. This is your true nature, isn't it?"
RIIIP!
Shinichi brutally tore the man's body in two, showering the nearby officers in a warm rain of blood.
"AAAAH! IT'S A MONSTER! SHOOT! SHOOT IT NOW!" The terrified officers spun around, their guns erupting in a panic.
Bullets riddled Shinichi's body, each impact sending out a small burst of crimson mist.
The pain only served to focus his rage.
"Damn it—Shinichi!"
From across the battlefield, Gyomei sensed the shift.
Without hesitation, he charged toward the sound of the slaughter.
In an instant, the gunfire aimed at the other Demon Slayers nearly stopped.
The officers had a new, more terrifying target.
CRACK!
A policeman raising his rifle had his head and weapon crushed by Shinichi's claws like a rotten melon.
SCHLICK!
Another officer lunged with a bayonet, but Shinichi caught him mid-thrust.
The man's desperate screams were cut short as Shinichi ripped him in half, spilling his entrails onto the gore-soaked ground.
It was a one-sided, suffocatingly brutal massacre.
In moments, nearly a dozen officers lay in pieces at Shinichi's feet.
He wasn't particularly fast, but his demonic strength was enough to tear through flesh and steel with ease.
The rifles only punched bloody holes in him—holes that sealed almost instantly. W
herever he went, the sound of gunfire was replaced by shattered corpses, splattered blood, and agonized shrieks.
"M-monster…!"
"A real demon! He's a demon!"
"RUN!"
The officers' courage and discipline completely shattered.
Staring at the blood-drenched figure whose body was twisting into a form more demonic with every passing second, they finally broke, scattering in every direction.
By the time Himejima Gyomei arrived, the scene made him freeze.
His blind eyes saw nothing, but the overwhelming stench of blood and the suffocating demonic aura told him everything.
"Shinichi! That is enough! Stop this!" Gyomei bellowed, his voice laced with anguish, desperate to pull his friend back from the brink.
But Shinichi didn't seem to hear him.
He seized the last remaining policeman, a young man frozen in terror.
The officer stared in horror at the monster before him—its face a mask of crimson patterns, fangs dripping with blood, its eyes bottomless pools of gore—as it leaned in, ready to sink its teeth into his neck.
"Please! No! I don't want to die!" the officer shrieked.
CLANG!
A heavy steel axe blade slammed into the ground just inches from Shinichi's feet, thrown with incredible force.
The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, making Shinichi stagger back.
The terrified officer scrambled free from his grasp, crawling away as fast as he could.
Shinichi's crimson eyes turned emotionlessly toward the source of the interruption.
They landed on Gyomei's face, an expression of profound sorrow and pity etched upon it.
It was as if the Stone Hashira could see all the sins Shinichi had been forced to bear—and the price he was now paying for it.
"Shinichi," Gyomei said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Stand down."
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Damn Kamaro is MVP for this, using human to kill demon slayers seems easier than the demon doing it themself, wonder why muzan didnt control the military in canon 🥴
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