As An Angel In Demon Slayer!
No one would have believed that someone could consume Blue Spider Lilies and gain power from them. Not Muzan, not Kokushibo, not even Buddha up in the heavens. But guess what? I did. Heck yeah!
Here’s the kicker: my mother was a slave. For years, she was forced to eat those flowers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner because her master was too cheap to feed his slaves actual food. And not just any flowers—Blue Spider Lilies and their cousin species. She ate them like a drug addict, day after day, year after year.
And me? Well, I was a good boy. I absorbed all of it. Every petal, every drop of their essence, right there in the womb.
When I was finally born, everyone took one look at me and screamed, “Demon!” Okay, that wasn’t in the script, but hey, can you blame them? I had wings, bright blue eyes, and blonde hair—in the middle of Japan! I might as well have been a walking neon sign.
But here’s the twist: I didn’t become a demon. Nope. I evolved into something bigger, better, and stronger.
An angel.
No side effects like Muzan’s sun allergy, no craving for human flesh. Just pure, unfiltered power. I can fly, wield mana, and do a whole lot of other cool stuff. Honestly, my life sounds like something straight out of a wild fantasy novel.
But let’s not get sidetracked. If you’re here for something fresh—something that feels like Demon Slayer but cranks the chaos and creativity up to eleven—then stick around.
This is my story.
And trust me, comrades, it’s one hell of a ride. I’ll be waiting. Oh, and don’t forget to add this fic to your library.
