|| Demon Slayer x Reader Oneshots ||

| I. Obanai x Reader | Escort to Hell (AU) [2/2]

Yeah idk why I keep writing more and more fanfics with obscure ass AU's either. Shout out to that one person who actually liked the last one lol.

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|| Part IV - Grievances to Fate Itself ||

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The gods have a twisted sense of humor.

The deity of fate, the great creator, is renounced to be the greatest trickster of them all. They had created man and woman, gave us pain, gave us sickness, gave us yearning, all to amuse the higher powers. Everything one could see in this great realm was morphed with a trickster's hand in the name of entertainment.

I was created to bring entertainment.

My suffering as a girl, my rage as a woman, my madness as a heroine, and even now, my utter spite as a thrown away toy of a soul.

Humans, spirits, demons, even lesser gods, we are performers on a stage, though none of our suffering and grief are products of acting. Fate itself would bring a knife into us all to make the story more vibrant after all.

There was nothing I can do about it all I knew, so I often try to forget this fact, forget that the tears I've shed, the lives that were lost, the madness for blood I now possess within my soul, that all of these things were put in place for the enjoyments of those above.

That's why I have this position was guider of souls actually.

I did not want even the slightest chance of being forced into the role of a savior again, nor did I want to be involved with any of the gods that plays a part in the daily sufferings of humanity.

And so I chose to be the guider of souls.

No reincarnation and the only gods I speak with with being Yoriichi and Shinobu, neither of them entertained by the suffering heroes, the opposite if anything.

My old routine, I now realized, dull as it may have been, had at least distracted me from the nature of this world. Had at least not set my meadow of calm ablaze with raging ember as my lips hold back curses to the gods.

Unlike this cursed place.

"Do you know where we are?" I asked the silent man besides me, my eyes set on the red arch mere feet before us.

The scarred man stopped by my side, taking in the sight.

"Hell's olden gate," he replied plainly. "This is the part where you leave me correct?"

I could have broken a smile at such a question, but not when I knew what awaits us once we enter this gate.

"Once we go forth, we will not find ourselves within the Tower," I spoke. "You, the soul destined for Hell, will either simply witness your past or a nightmarish illusion designed to torment you."

I glanced back at Obanai, unsurprised to see his face contorting in distress at my words.

"The reason why this gate is no longer used is due to multiple cases where the souls were unable to escape their illusions and enter the Tower..." I spoke to myself if anyone else. "Tell me when you're ready to go in, we are in no rush."