Stronger Than Demons

Hello Pillars!

The feeling that something was melting away in my chest made me want to rip my heart out. Did somebody die again? But the melting feeling was so much stronger than usual, I could smell the ashes from inside, filling my lungs. I could feel the sun beating down on my face, maybe it was around noon? The pain was unbearable, preventing me from opening my eyes. From a distance, I could hear voices. They were arguing, I could smell anger, sadness, emptiness, and confusion in the air. But mixed in with that were faint smells of fire, poison, water, rock, mist, love, serpent, and fresh wind. So many smells were in the air, yet, somewhere far back, was a familiar yet completely different skill. 

"Wake up!" somebody yelled again, this time slapping my cheek. Though my eyes remained closed, it seemed that I could hear better now.

"Are you sure he's a demon? He is out in the sun, oh but he's so cute!"

"If he is a demon there is nothing actually cute about him, he should be put to death!"

"He's not very flamboyant for a half demon."

"Let us wait for Oyakata-sama's judgment."

"How dare he still sleep when Oyakata-sama's about to arrived, wake this insolent fool!"

There was a lot of chattering going on. One I'm pretty sure was chanting something Buddhist.  I groaned, the melting feeling slightly getting better yet I could tell by now. One of 'me' must have died. Was it the arrogant one? Maybe the dumb one, or even the funny one. Who had left our big group of 'me'?

"Here, drink this. It has painkillers in it, it should lessen your pain." Someone said, water finding its way to my lips.

My vision was still blurry and could not distinguish the different shapes and colors, my nose as my only guide. I opened my mouth to ask and find out where I was, but before I could say anything as if someone shoved burning coal down my throat I gagged on my words. The melting feeling in my stomach had resurfaced, much worse than a minute ago. Gagging uncontrollably on air, my neck that felt would pop at any moment unconsciously bent back. I couldn't tell if I was screaming or still choking on my words. The world was dark, and at some point, my nose couldn't even help me. It felt as though I was slowly being cooked and torn apart.

Click 

The heat now gathered in a rush, making me puke the thing in my stomach. I could hear some words of anger at the disrespect of puking in someone else's yard, but I stared at what I had just puked. It was my half melted heart, as I had thought, one of my personalities had betrayed him. The hideous pile of my remaining heart disappeared without a trace due to the sun, leaving no sign of pukeage. And, as if right on time, a man came from the house in front of me.

Someone pushed me down as another person started to greet the man. Still stunned from 'me' dying, I let my head stay down.

"Oyakata-sama, before we start the meeting I suggest we take care of this boy. Why did you call him here, he just looks like a weak human to me." Somebody from my left said, he didn't sound nice.

"But, to kill such a young and cute boy..." someone else said, their voice was high, maybe a girl?

"Excuse me, who are you people?" I asked, looking up to see a lot of weird looking people.

"How dare you adress Oyakata-sama like that!" The man holding my head slammed my head into the pebbles of the garden, it didn't hurt much but it was still mean.

I could feel the anger in me want to come out, but something was also pushing it down. So it wasn't anger who died.

"We were told by the boy that he could tell us what we wanted to know about Muzan." The man who smelled like water and depression said. Poor guy, he's probably a loner.

"This boy infront of us is the closest man to Muzan, a key to defeating him." The man everybody called Oyakata-sama said, causing everyone to gasp.

"Then I think we should kill him at once!"