u/Rainbow_blitz1234

As morning slowly came, the ‘Hashira’ was restless during his sleep. He kept on waking up during the night to demon noises. So when the sun finally shone over the tent, he was…. 

Not so fond of getting no sleep. But when he looked back at the little girl, it was worth it. Keeping her alive was his main priority. But his second priority was now to take a record of what happened. So, he went over to Melody and gently shook her awake. 

“Hey, Melody, was it?” He asked as the girl slowly stirred. 

“Oh, good morning, Mr. Hashira.” She greeted. “What is it? Are we packing up?”

“We’ll do that in a minute, but I do need to ask you a few questions.” The Hashira replied. Because his mind was already filled to the brim with them. 

How did she get lost? Where’d her parents go? How’d a demon not come for her yet?- 

Before his thoughts continued, a loud growl came from her stomach. 

“Y’know what? Screw the questions, we're going to the nearest town and getting food.” The Hashira said with a huff. He then crawled out of the tent and began to pack up.

**** 2 Hours Later****

The duo finally arrived at a small town after an atrociously long stretch of wrong turns and dirt roads. They managed to get a place at an inn where they had their breakfast after unpacking. The ‘Hashira’ finally sat down, his long dreads swaying behind him. 

“Here, kid, my last few yen were spent on this meal.” He said. “And make sure not to  waste it because I’m gonna stay behind and finish it if you don’t.” 

Melody laughed and replied, “You sound like my mom!” 

“Oh, I do, do I?” He said, chuckling. “She sounds like a pretty good mom to me.” 

“That’s because she is!” Melody said while taking bites of her ramen. “She’s the best mom in the world!” 

“Yeah, she’s definitely the best mom. Anyway, I still never got to ask those questions I mentioned earlier.” He replied.

“What questions?” Melody asked innocently. 

“Well, a lot kid,” the 'Hashira' answered, taking a piece of paper and a pen out of his pouch. “Because from what you blabbed to me about your mom, she doesn’t seem like the type of woman to just up and abandon her kid.” 

“Hey! That’s mean!” the girl quipped, her face turned to annoyance, with a hint of sorrow. The Hashira immediately took the comment back when he saw her face. 

I should keep my thoughts to myself. He thought. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Just make sure to answer me honestly, ok? Finding a kid by the side of the road wasn’t exactly on my bingo card.” 

“Ok,” Melody replied as she continued to slurp her noodles. Her eyes then drifted to the Hashira’s pen and paper.

“Oooh, are you writing a report for Ms. Shinobu?” She asked. 

“Yeah, obviously. I can’t exactly come to the estate without one.” The Hashira replied, his voice feigning optimism. “Besides, someone’s got to need a record of what happened. And in your case… taking a record is mandatory.” 

“Ok!” Melody agreed. “This is like some police interrogation, and I'm the big bad criminal.”

“Ok, first question,” The Hashira muttered as he tapped his finger on the wooden table. “Where’s your mom? I know you talked a whole lot back there when I first saw you, but I didn’t get everything.”

“In Nigeria,” Melody answered bluntly. “She said she was going for personal reasons!” 

“Is that so?” The Hashira said as he began to write. “Did she say what these ‘reasons’ were?” 

“No, but from her face, it must’ve been serious.” She replied. 

“Her face?” The Hashira repeated, pausing. “What do you mean?” 

“She looked almost scared,” Melody remarked. “It made me worried, but she said that everything was fine and kissed me goodbye.” 

The ‘Hashira’ chuckled and pointed his pen towards her, saying, “Yeah, right kid, stop lying. You're telling me that your mom, Adanna, the Harmony Pillar, was scared?” 

“But it's what happened, I’m serious!” Melody protested. 

“Oh come on,” The ‘Hashira’ replied, smirking a little. “She’s the Harmony Pillar. What could be waiting for her in Nigeria that could warrant that expression?” 

“Don’t make fun of my mom like that! Or I’m not answering your questions!” Melody huffed as she turned her head. 

“Alright, alright, I take it back!” The ‘Hashira’ said while reaching out to her. “I’m sorry. It’s just that when you tell me the Harmony Pillar had a scared expression on her face, it sounds kinda ridiculous.” 

“Fine,” Melody said, turning back to him. “But don’t tease her like that, everyone can get scared!” 

“Yeah, noted. And you’re right.” The Hashira said. “Now, next question. How long was she away for? I doubt she’d leave you here for long.” 

“Mommy said that she was supposed to be gone for a week,” Melody replied. “But I waited for a week before I started looking for her.” The ‘Hashira’s stomach turned as he heard the words. 

She waited for a week? She would’ve been done with whatever she had to do by then. The ‘Hashira’ thought.

“How long would you say you waited before you looked for her?” The Hashira asked as he wrote her response down. “Like, did you wait a few days after a week?”

“I’m not sure,” Melody replied. “I thought it was 2 days before I got worried. It was so scary without Mommy home.” His stomach twisted more at the mere thought of her staying at home alone. He looked down at his paper to see the scribbled words. His mind rationalized why the Harmony was late in coming back. 

…That’s quite odd.  He thought.  She waited an extra 2 days. She probably got held up by something. Maybe she was swarmed with demons. Or her location is surrounded by demons hiding in the shadows? Yeah, it has to be that.

His mind dodged the obvious answer while his hands were trembling. Because this was a Hashira they were talking about. He knew that demons were rampant across Asia right now, so it wasn’t a surprise that some reached Africa right now. 

So the ‘Hashira’ did the one thing he could do. He pushed the thought down and denied it. 

“Your mom just got held up by a fighting kid.” He remarked. “If anything, I’m sure she’s in hiding so she can find an opening and come back, alright?” Melody nodded, buying the complete fabrication. Because truthfully, she didn’t know. Neither did the man in front of her know. 

As the long-haired man finished his writing, he folded the paper and put it back in his pouch. 

He then sighed and asked, “You done with your food yet? I wanna get a move on so we can get to the Estate.” Melody nodded as she slurped the last of her soup. 

***

The duo was back on the road as the ‘Hashira’ tried to remember the way back to the Mansion desperately. With his things packed and, on his back, he thought about how long it had been since he’d been back there. 

He was traveling across a continent after all. 

“Hey, Mr. Hashira?” Melody asked. 

“Yeah?” the ‘Hashira’ said. 

“I don’t think I got your name,” she replied. “I gave you mine.”

“Call me Mr. Rage, kid.” Mr. Rage returned. The young girl giggled as she held his dark espresso hand. 

“That’s funny. Does everyone call you that?” she asked. 

“I dunno,” he remarked. “Don’t really have many friends to call me that.” 

“Well, can I be your friend?” 

“...Sure, if you wanna.”

A long while passed as Melody was deeply tired after walking such a long distance. The mysterious person noticed and bent down to her. 

“Hey, are you alright?” They asked. 

“Mhm,” Melody replied groggily. “I’m just tired.” 

“Well, want me to carry you?” They asked. “Trust me, it’s better than walking barefoot. You’ll get soars.” The little girl nodded as she hopped on his back. The mysterious ‘Hashira’ picked her up and dragged the stick along. 

***

The Hashira walked for hours, not caring about how tired he was, but he was nowhere close to the Butterfly Mansion. It was getting dark and Melody was shivering on their back. 

What the hell? The* *Hashira thought. I thought I would’ve gotten there by now. Did I take a wrong turn? 

He looked around and saw he was still in the middle of the woods. The Hashira groaned in frustration as he slumped. 

You’ve got to be kidding me. They thought. I’m lost. Again. 

Melody then stirred from her slumber and looked around. “Are we there yet?” She asked groggily.

“Uh, no not yet.” The Hashira answered. “We’re um…. Taking a long way! So we might have to take camp for the night, alright?” Melody gave a simple nod. The Hashira set the girl down as they set up a tent with the environment around them. 

*** 

After a few minutes, the ‘Hashira’ completed their makeshift tent. 

“That should do it.” They muttered. The tent was simple yet highly comfortable, as the ‘Hashira’ even made makeshift beds out of leaves, moss and rocks. 

“This might not be ideal but it should be good.” They remarked. “Wanna try?” Melody nodded as she went and laid on the makeshift bed. 

“It’s cold.” Melody said bluntly. “And wet.” 

“I-I, look I’m sorry kid, but this is the only thing that works right now.” The Hashira replied quickly. “First thing tomorrow we’ll be at a motel or something and then the Butterfly Mansion alright? Ms. Shinobu is gonna take great care of you when we get there.” 

“You know Ms. Shinobu?” Melody asked, her eyes widening in recognition. 

“Yeah, do you?” The Hashira asked. 

Melody smiled as she replied, “Yeah! When me and my mom came here, we stayed there! It was so fun helping her out! She took care of me when mom was on long missions.” 

The Hashira scoffed as he replied, “Well, that’s Ms. Shinobu for you. She is really great isn’t she?” 

“Yeah, she is.” Melody replied. “And once I’m back at the Mansion, I can wait there until my mom comes back.” 

The Hashira chuckled as he said, “Yeah, from what you told me, she’s really strong, huh? I’m sure Ms. Adanna will come back soon enough, yeah?” Melody nodded as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Hi guys, it's me again. I wanted to put in my own Demon Slayer Au that would be the main Au for my oc's, Adanna, Melody, Adanna's husband, etc. I wanted to get your thoughts on it and any feedback to make this better.

I haven't thought of the logistics for everything, so ideas are welcome.

About: 

What if Muzan Kibutsuji hadn’t confined himself to Japan? What if he spread his influence across the world? Where everyone under the sun feared him and prayed for his mercy? 

Demon Slayer: Across the Globe is an Alternate Universe of the iconic story, but with one major change. The villain, Muzan Kibutsuji, went across the world to find the flower he so desperately wanted. Instead of staying within Japan, he spread his influence across Asia, Africa, and other continents, in hopes of finding it. 

Lore: 

* During Muzan’s 1000-year rule in Japan, he became desperate to find the flower that could let him bask in the sun as a demon. He created the 12 kizuki (in the same way he met and gave blood to them in manga and anime) and gave them an extra task with their new power.
* Their new task was to go global, help him find the flower, and infect more humans. 

Additions: 

* All of Muzan's demons have 2 jobs. Find the flower he’s looking for and turn humans into demons. 
* There are hardly any demons in the Sahara Desert because of how hot and humid it is. 
* 194 Legions: A group of Demons based in each country that are infected by the 12 kizuki, 1 for each. 
* Might have to cut back on some countries because of how hot they are, and some countries (especially near the North Pole legit have the sun up all day) 
* So a few demons might be conquering a region of a country or something.
* Note: None of the demons in the 194 Legions are stronger than the 12 Kizuki, but they’re still stronger than the average demon. 
* Ogbanje: Child-like spirits in Igbo folklore that come and go. Basically, child spirits that die and are reborn in the mother’s womb.  
* Muzan’s demons gave blood to the corpses of the infants and turned them into demons. 

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If you guys know about my oc Melody, you’ll probably know about her and her mother Adanna.

The thing I need help with is with her backstory. Especially the part where Melody was walking with an unknown Hashira. I’m not sure who it should be. I do have 3 options.

1, Airi, my serial killer Hashira, 2, Shinobu, or 3, make a completely new Hashira for this story.

Or maybe the secret 4th option of Hagane… or any other oc’s y’all want to sacrifice for me to use.

But options 1, 2 and 3 are my main choices right now and I can’t think of one to choose.

Location: Nigeria 
Time: 10:00 pm

The air was thick with tension as two women stood at opposite ends of each other. They both stared at one  another with the fierce intent of not backing down. But one was more confident than the other. More willing to do her job. Her sole duty was to protect the people of her country of the continuous despair of seeing repeated deaths of their children. 

“Adanna please!” one woman begged, her arms outstretched in a protective way. “Just listen to me!” 

The bald woman, with machete in hand gripped it tighter and walked closer to her. 

“Move,” she said with a sense of finality. “I won’t say it again.” 

“No,” the woman said. “No, I won’t!” Adanna took another step forward as her feet,  skirt and body were covered in mist, ash and blood. Her eyes lingered to the ghastly looking infant behind the woman opposite her. Adanna scrunched her nose in disgust and something her lover can’t quite place. 

Her lover took a step back covering the Ogbanje with her own body, hands trembling. 

“You are preventing me from my job,” Adanna said carefully, a vein showing on her face. 

“And you just broke one of the rules of it!” her lover shot back. 

“Am I really?” Adanna asked. “Because I just saw an Ogbanje threatening our lives. And their respective families' hearts.  Don’t act like you're any better.”  

“I know,” she replied, hands shaking. “But slaughtering them without confirmation is one of the highest offenses. It could get you exiled! Besides, this is an infant!” 

“Yetunde, listen to me and listen to me well.” Adanna said carefully as she stroked the blade of her machete. “Protecting our people is first and foremost. Protecting an Ogbanje is an act of high treason. What feet do you stand on to even accuse me of such things?” 

“The feet to know that you’d be stoned to death if anyone were to find out about this.” Yetunde replied. “And if you kill this Ogbanje, I won’t forgive you.”

Adanna scoffed. 

“You’ll get over it,” she said, her tone flat. 

“I won’t.” Yetunde replied. “I won’t forgive a murderer.”

Adanna froze. To the glaring word Yetunde had spoken. Her brain blue screened, as if Adanna herself had been put in factory reset. 

“Excuse me?” She asked, baffled. 

“You heard me.” Yetunde replied. “A murderer. Because this Ogbanje is my brother.” Adanna blinked at Yetunde, not moving a muscle. 

“Your …brother?” She repeated slowly. 

“Stop acting as if you’re deaf!” Yetunde replied, her voice raised. Adanna then looked down at the infant, skin made of mist and covered in ash. She looked at him differently. 

She did remember Yetunde’s parents not coming out for a while when she was younger. And from all her memories of seeing Yetunde’s brother, or what little she could gather, the infant looked strikingly similar. But even so….

He was with the spirits now. And was going to cause Yetunde’s parents a harsher reaction than before if he dies again. With more mischief and constant death, Yetunde and her family might break if they went through it again. 

“So?” Adanna asked. “You’re not actually taking him home, are you?” Yetunde’s heart dropped as she heard Adanna’s question. 

“What?” She asked, stunned. 

“You heard me,” Adanna replied. “Are you taking him home?”

“Of course I am! I told you this before!” Yetunde said desperately. “I’ve wanted to see my brother again for the longest time! My fa-“

“I’m not letting that boy go.” Adanna calmly interrupted. 

“No, at least let my parents see him first,” Yetunde pleaded guarding the ghostly infant. “Please!” 

“No,” Adanna said firmly. “You know as well as I do how much Ogbanje’s harm their given families. And now you want to willingly give them grief? Again?” After those words left Adanna’s lips, something settled in Yetunde’s stomach. Something cold, still and a flicker hurt. She looked at Adanna with dead, hurt eyes as her actions then had no thought behind them. 

Her hand was raised and swiftly struck the Hunter across the face. The contact between skin to skin rang loud. And it stung. 

Blood flew out of Adanna’s mouth as Yetunde’s hand left her cheek. And for a moment, the two of them stood there. 

Stunned. 

And silent.

None of them moved. Adanna then slowly turned her head back to Yetunde and felt her cheek that was still burning. 

“Take it back,” Yetunde whispered. “Right now.” Adanna stared at her for a moment, processing what just happened. And what was happening in the moment. A few seconds went by before she did anything again. 

The Harmony Hunter then turned her back to her lover. 

Or her former lover now. 

Startled by this decision, Yetunde asked, “Where are you going?”

“Finding the iyi uwa.” She declared. “I think I saw it somewhere around here.”

“Wait,” Yetunde called gently, putting the Ogbanje down. “You’re still going through it?” 

“Clearly,” Adanna replied. “Because it’s my job. And I’m not letting you stop me.” Yetunde then grabbed her shoulder and forcefully pulled Adanna back to face her. 

“But you can’t,” she said desperately. Adanna looked down at her hand and looked back at her. 

“Yet I can,” Adanna told her quietly. “Now take your hand off me.” But Yetunde ignored her and gripped her shoulder harder. 

“If you do that, you’ll kill him,” she said. Adanna looked at Yetunde’s hand, and forcefully swatted away. 

“I’ll be saving your parents from another grief stricken day.” Adanna countered. “Now say your final goodbyes to him.” She then turned and went to look for the tethering object. 

As she walked away, Yetunde stood at her position, looking at Adanna. The woman she loved for so many years. Anger, frustration and sadness was building up in her as tears flowed from her eyes. Her knees gave way as collapsed onto the forest floor. 

Between sobs, she let out a guttural scream in pain and long submerged grief. 

And in her pain, she screeched out, “You murderer!” 

(If you have any questions, please ask.)

Just a little personality update on her.

Words can get under Melody’s skin easily and she can instantly feel like throwing someone overboard for something very small. Under all of that though, she can be very clingy with the people she loves.

I’ll go first. Melody’s greatest fear is being alone and being forgotten. It’s been a secret fear of hers ever since her mother Adanna had left for Nigeria for the last time.

For Adanna, her greatest fear is being a failure/ letting people down. Due to her being a former slayer of Ogbanje in Nigeria and other personal entanglements she had, she felt the overwhelming pressure to make everything stable and peaceful, even though life kept throwing her curveballs.