Demon Slayer Domination

Ahhh… I’ve finished again. What is this, the seventh reread? Somehow it feels just like the first. Demon Slayer, Kimestsu No Yaiba, whatever you want to call it. It holds such a special place in my heart, I don’t think there’s any other story that could ever reciprocate the feeling for me. There’s only one thing that I think could make it better… if I were in the story myself. I know, I know that sounds pretty narcissistic, but I just can’t help it! I always imagine what I would do if I were part of the story, how I would do this. How I would do that. It’s so much fun.

I stretched and sat up in my bed, looking at my alarm clock: 4:13 AM “Fuck” I have to go to work tomorrow and I’m pretty sure that ‘I was up late reading demon slayer’ won’t be seen as a valid excuse. “If only I were in that world, no listening to customers complaining about the way I do a boring job… Heh, imagine complaining that you got saved from being devoured by a demon. I’m sure there’s someone out there who would” I say before lying back down, turning my phone off, and trying to get some sleep.

“-ucks sake, WAKE UP” I awoke with a start to see an endless void before me, and around me “what the- am I… dead?” I barely manage to stutter out “No you idiot do you think dead people can talk?” I swivel my head around to see someone who can’t be more than twelve years old standing over my lying down body. I get up with a start “Wha- who… where am I?” Through all my questions one finally comes out of my mouth, the kid glances at me with a devilish grin and an evil glint in his eyes “You’re in hell… WHERE YOU WILL BURN FOR ETERNITY AS A RESULT OF YOUR SINS” The child says before laughing maniacally at the look of terror on my face “That look is priceless. I love how gullible mortals are” He says, before bursting out laughing again “I- wait… so I’m not in hell?” I ask puzzled. The child (I should probably find out his name) looks at me annoyedly before sighing “No you’re not in hell, so can you stop stuttering and tripping over your words already?! Giving me a headache, and I thought I was immortal. And I don’t have a name, call me God if you like” The chi- God says casually, as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bombshell ever on some random guy and- and did he just read my mind?!.“Anyway you’re boring me now with this endless drivel, don’t think too hard about the fact that god is real or that he looks like a twelve year old. The point is that I have an offer I want to make you”

An offer?