Every demon who committed slaughter would ultimately descend into Hell. Even Tamayo, who had accumulated merit through good deeds, was no exception. The only difference was which level of Hell they entered.
The eighteen hells were divided by duration, severity of suffering, and region. With each level deeper, the pain grew greater and the punishment lasted longer.
Muzan's destination was Avici Hell, also known as the hell of endless suffering, the lowest of the eighteen hells. It covered a vast expanse, said to span ninety billion square kilometers.
Here, every second brought excruciating punishment. Each day, souls endured the agony of life and death countless times, yet because they were already dead, those who existed in this hell could never truly find release.
When could they be freed?
It was not quite true that those who entered Avici Hell would be imprisoned there for all eternity. Rather, by any measure of time, even if the Earth were destroyed, Muzan's sentence would still not be over.
At that moment, Muzan was passing through Hell one level after another, step by step, toward Avici Hell at the very bottom of the eighteen hells.
His face was pale and drained. The mighty strength with which he had once proclaimed himself the closest thing to a perfect life-form had vanished completely in Hell.
Muzan kept his head lowered. He felt no remorse for anything he had done. His heart held only a fierce hatred for Chinatsu and the Demon Slayer Corps.
Those bastards in the Demon Slayer Corps were utterly shameless. Ambushing me with exploding black powder was bad enough, but they even used poison.
*And worst of all was that Chinatsu. She had already inherited that man's breathing style and sword techniques, so how could she also possess the perfect body I envied