Uppermoon 1; the hands and feet of the demon progenitor. Second strongest demon to ever step on this earth.
Never has there been a surviving victim in his wake.
Abandoning his family in pursuit of absolute power.
Never was it in his cards to take the company of a blind woman.
To hinder his pursuit for the comfort of their conversations.
He felt akin to a fool.
Yet he returned another night.
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Six eyes glanced down at the body that had managed to collide with his, the feeling irking him but as he reached for his blade apologies were strewn about accompanied by its owner bowing.
In that brief moment, he felt no necessity for blood as a pair of hazy eyes stared up at him.
His words left him before he could be reasoned with.
"Please... be careful.. demons lurk at night" His voice felt strained, never being one for words himself.
"It's alright, I am aware. You are a demon yourself, no?"
Momentarily this took him by a surprise, he was inclined to assume that her senses would be duller than most. His response to her was silence, giving himself away.
"Do you have a name stranger?"
As she spoke she began her walk back to her abode, him trailing along with her in slow steps.
"Kokushibo..."
A smile made its way to her face at his response,
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Fujiwara (Name)"
He never felt the need to know names, they always perished in the end. He only needed his pursuit and his master in mind but why did he find himself reciting her name in his memory.
As they stepped closer to her destination, he started to trudge behind. The scent of wisteria was invading his senses; it irked him.
Stopping from walking further in, (Name) turned her head to his figure.
"Say, Will I see you tomorrow night?"
Kokushibo would damn himself for this answer for the years to come.
"Yes..."
