Thoughts of a Demon Slayer

[Sachiko]

Nothing perfect exists outside of a fairytale or one's imagination. Some people regard it as a way of life. Perhaps infatuation with the prospect of reaching such a level.

       

But then I wonder what the genuine meaning is. The ultimate goal. I'm still standing on the cliffs of Moxtli, drenched in its blood...

        

Is this what we call perfection? Horrible pictures of a soul that has endured long enough cloud the mind, and one less devil to worry about, the balance of life;

       

We take pleasure in exceeding our grasp on something we know will ultimately be unattainable. In other words, till I meet my demise it's only a matter of time. The age of the Demon's being eradicated is inevitable.

           

...There was the sound of steps crunching against the grass.