𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 DoumaxReaderxAkaza

4

It's been nine months since your encounter with the Samurai, since then your powers have flourished.

The gun you've kept by your side has made a divine complement to your unique blood demon art. Of course, all demons that possess blood demon art are extremely special.

Nine months your diet was solely humans, and you can't lie, it's more than you expected to devour in that period.

You've been changing your locations when situations get complicated. Like a demon slayer showing up.

There was one thing that played in your mind for these past nine months, was your kiss with Douma.

You bare no feelings for him, although whenever you thought about him the kiss swarmed your mind. You hoped the day you'd meet again was soon.

You were training with your gun, shooting it at every mini target you set up for myself. Even though you moved swiftly around Japan, you needed to learn how to become stronger. You've heard rumors of Muzan, he is as terrible as everyone makes him out to be.

Your gun ran out of ammo, you walked back inside of the secluded house and planned to stay in.

This house was special, it was where you murdered yet again another family. You took your bag and walked back outside.

Lord Muzan was waiting for you outside.

You immediately got on your knees to bow down.

"Lord Muzan! What brings you here sir?" You voice cracked.

"I've come to check on your progress y/n, it seems you've taken my advice. I'm also here to make you apart of the 12 kizuki." His annoyed tone made it obvious he didn't want to waste time here.

Lord Muzan was always annoyed and there was no getting out of his vial attitude and zero remorse for anyone that wasn't himself.

"Really? Me, a kizuki already?!!" You exclaimed.

"In a few hours, there'll be a meeting among the lower ranks." He said getting oddly closer to you.

You looked up seeing him very close to you.

"About your kanji... I shall inject more blood. It'll appear with it. Don't make me regret this." He said sternly.

You simply nodded, within a matter of seconds he stabbed you with his finger. You felt new blood, new power being injected into you.

You loved every second it.

It was truly excruciating and a disgusting sight to see. Muzan didn't care, he'd been through his thousands of times.

The injection was completed, he was gone in seconds. When you looked down at your outfit, it was drenched in your blood.

"Great it's all dirty now." You groaned.

You went back to training, shooting from all types of angles and ranges.

Before you could finish, you suddenly appeared in a random realm that just went on forever. The realm was filled with houses and stairs. You looked around to see if there was an escape.

You eyed 3 demons standing on a floor that had a podium connected to it, you assumed this was where you'd meet your new "comrades".

You walked your way throughout the endless traditional houses to the floor. The other demons' eyes widened as you appeared.

"Didn't know we'd replace Lord Hairō for a tramp." One of them laughed.

You gave the demon a dirty stare.

"Don't be so rude Lord Wakuraba!" Another one of them shouted.

Before anyone could start an argument you were all soon silenced.

All the lower ranks soon appeared, and so did Muzan.

The fear in everyone's eyes widened as he stood before you. You all immediately bowed. Staying in the bowing position.

"Who said any of you could speak?." He snapped at the group.

"Yes Lord. Sorry Lord." The demon who insulted you said in fear.

"Back to more important announcements." Muzan cleared his voice.

"Hairō was killed in battle against a hashira. I would've made Wakuraba the new lower rank 2 but seeing as y/n's powers have increased at speed Wakuraba will never reach."

The demon, who's named Wakuraba, was astonished at this sudden news.

His eyes turned to you, all you did was smile intently at him.

"However, all of you are still lower ranks. Which means a hashira, even the weakest of them can beat you all. I've summoned only the lower ranks today to spare you from embarrassment of the upper ranks." He said looking down upon all of us.

"Get stronger." He said, you heard a tsuzumi play. You were now back in the forest.

"The kanji should be in my eye, I was too busy training to remember." You remembered.

You walked towards the house of the victim's you'd eaten. You came inside walking towards one of the rooms. Sliding the door open examining the room. You spotted a mirror at the corner of the room.

You ran towards it, looking at yourself, the first time you'd seen yourself in your demonic form.

Your skin was similar to how it was while being a human, however it was slightly tinted with a mix of green and gray. Additionally, your hair had stayed the same but your eyes were red. You were beautiful for a demon. Your outfit to top it all, complimented your body.

You noticed the kanji "2" had appeared in your right eye, it was official.

You grinned, something you'd often do when murdering your victims. But this time it was real.

"Hi dear, it's been a while hasn't it?" You heard his whiney voice call out in the door frame.

You turned towards him. His eyes were glued onto your body, trailing it with his eyes.

"Lord Douma.. how are you?" You smiled at him.

"Good... I came to congratulate you! It took you only 3 months to become a 12 kizuki. You're deserving of lower rank 2." He chuckled.

"I guess we're alike.." You walked towards him,      "We're both 2nd place when it comes to ranking."

You looked up at him, only a gap of space coming in between you. He looked down, his usual grin was there.

However, something was different about it.

"The real reason I came here.. was for one thing and one thing only." He licked his lips.

He was desperate for touch. And it showed.

"And what is that?" You asked, acting as if you hadn't a clue of what was going on. In reality, you knew exactly where this was going.

"You." He responded.