After I spent some time by myself in my room, gently plucking the strings of my koto and rethinking everything that has happened for the last few years, I zoned out and drowned in my thoughts, letting those faint memories unlock themselves inside my head again. I wasn't that old when I got turned into a demon, but when it happened I thought it was going to be the end of me. I hated the feeling of having to be someone's servant, especially when my life was already falling apart back then. My world flipped upside down once I met Muzan, because I understood that I would never be able to show up in front of my friends again or go outside during the daytime... I had no choice but to survive during the night, therefore I performed on stage playing my koto for a relatively small audience to make something for a living, alongside having to kill innocent people so I wouldn't die from hunger. It's been literal hell for the first few weeks when my life drastically changed, but if none of it would've happened, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to meet him. The man who guided me into my demon life before disappearing into no where. I loved him. I really did. It pains me even thinking about his name, because now I have no right to disrespect him and treat him like I used to. But what I'll never forget no matter what is the way he held me close when I was afraid, calming me down by letting me play with his long black hair that faded into a beautiful shade of scarlet.
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Why am I remembering this... I promised myself to throw these memories away forever and never come back to thinking about them. Especially since I've got a partner now...
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Shit. I got distracted again. I clicked back to reality as I heard an aggressive female tone of voice echoe from the corridor with the sound of the door of the room next to mine sliding wide open.
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Was Daki in trouble?
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"Warabihime-san!!" I yelled as I broke through the wall between our rooms, ready to strike down the person who dared to bother her, but to my surprise the girl already motionlessly layed on the ground, wrapped in Daki's sashes that she has created with her Blood Demon Art.
"Mm?" She lifted her gaze up to me, losing the violent smile on her face from surprise as she dispelled the fuchsia colored cloths around the corpse.
"What just happened? I was sure I heard something.." I confusedly pronounced, taking a step into her room while examining the floor that kept flooding with blood.
"Well it's nothing anymore, that's what she gets for coming into my room without any permission.~ ... By the way, are you hungry by any chance? This girl is fresh, eat up if you like." She spoke with pure disgust on her face, disappointedly spotting a few stains on her shoes as she avoided the puddle of crimson liquid spreading around her room.
"Seems exciting, why not~" I exclaimed without any objection towards her offer, feeling my hunger intensify as I quickly made my way over to the body in temptation to devour the flesh of the lady infront of me.
My merciless sadism always haunted me when it came to feasting on people, but I didn't expect my desire of tearing her apart to conquer me so much, so as I sat down next to the corpse, getting ready to enjoy my meal, I ripped one of her arms off without hesitation and placed it in my mouth, gripping it with my fangs and allowing the sweet taste of blood rush down my throat.
"Mmm..~ She tastes so good, you sure you don't want some?~" I questioned Daki with a mouthful of flesh, gradually sucking the remaining blood out of the torn arm in my hands.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Well, your loss~" I teased as my eyes rolled back from pleasure.
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Let me take you on a trip~ (Enmu X Reader)
Fanfiction! Spoilers are guaranteed ! All events are happening during the Taisho Era~ Female reader~ This shit rated porn ^^ Started of with that both you and Enmu are one of the lower ranks, you knew each other but didn't communicate too much, and continued...
