1 Ch.1 A tale of Nichirin & Blood
In the beginning there stood two of immeasurable power, Emandyl Kendean the demon slayer of blood, and Muzan Kibutsuji the demon. The two came from irregular backgrounds but both were tied together by fate. The fatal flaw, they both shared was meeting eachother, becoming one in the same.
The forest of concentration was the site of a mass killing due to Muzan and his demon fledgelings. Those that resided within the forest were well known foreigners that traded and taught the makings and crafts of old age and medicine.
Emandyl's family wasent of the medical and craft groups but gatherers for those that had greater skill. He woke everyday and gathered countless herbs, to make medicine but little to the knowledge of the village he also consumed the herbs, no matter how poisonous or toxic they were.
The village believed in assigned roles within life, like that of the lower five of the future. Emandyl slowly mutated his blood, to filter all negitive toxins or in reality anything remotely harmful to him.
The blood of Emandyl was Muzans fatal flaw, when he believed that he would be turned without question, or resistance.
This was three thousand years ago, after countless seconds of hiding, interfering and saving. Emandyl even as a demon was accepted into the Demon Slayer core in secret, only known to the pillars themselves and hired for missions when no other could finish a job.
He kept himself in a weakened state, but surpassed Muzan in power all together, blood Arts was but a mere thought to him. He held himself to a law "As a demon I shall hold no interaction with the human in a state that will scare them. As a demon your kind can be saved, if their seal is broken. As a human you hold every life you take in your hands as if you were a murderer, to believe otherwise is your sin". Those that knew if his code couldn't or wouldn't dare go against it, when they were in his service(Demons and slayers alike).
He held the title of "Hashira Of Arts" due to his own demon arts. His breathing style was unique due to his blade. His Nichirin sword had no blade, but was still classified as a Nichirin blade due to his blood having small shards of Nichirin within it, to other demons this would kill them without question but it held no effect against him, but his skin was still subseptibal to being cut by it.
The blade was formed by his blood, but his power didn't end here in the slightest, though it was one of his many specialty's.
It was against core rules to show himself to other slayers beyond the pillars, but those that he did show himself to only knew the smell and sound of his blood, it gave off a whistling sound once it touched the air outside his body, but smelled of fruits and tea.
The sunlight scarcely effected Emandyl, but slowly made him crazed for demon blood, though this could be seen as good, in hindsight it was a curse, making him almost unbearable to travel with if his clothing was destroyed.
He stayed with one other he called Itsumi, a demon child that fell to his power like a chick that had just hatched. Itsumi saw his power as a protection, but it was as if it was brotherly and open to all.
She hid in his shadow at all times of day admiring and watching him, hoping to one day stand as tall as him without his burden, but not to rival him but to carry him as he does for her.
She only feared to disappoint or betray him, but unlikely as it was, everyone is able to make a mistake.
~End
Ch.2 The art of the blind fool
