The Demon Queen

The Bloodshed (Part 2)

TW: (as expected from the title) death, blood, body mutilation

A shining purple-coloured mark resembling the vines of the wisteria flower carved itself into my father's forehead. My jaw dropped, knowing what this was, and saw that my mother stood prepared to aid in my demise if necessary.

"Kagaya, there has to be another way!" Muzan's mother screamed.

Muzan grabbed onto me tighter, his sharp fingernails starting to dig into my skin.

"Your son should have been dead long ago," my mother said coldly to Muzan's parents. "If you pay attention and see, he isn't even your son anymore. He's a demon."

My father started to step closer to us, holding his hands in front of himself and concentrating intensely. The same purple shine that was coming from the mark on his forehead appeared on his palms.

"We'll be putting him out of his misery," my mother said.

"That's enough! Stop this!" Muzan's father yelled. He began to charge towards my father. "Kagaya! That's enough!"

My mother swiftly grabbed him and roughly bent his arms behind his back. "If you interfere, we'll have to kill you, too."

I started to feel an intense, compressing pressure coming from my father.

"After all," my mother continued.

A snapping sound came from Muzan's father's bones, followed by a sharp scream from him.

She broke his arm, I thought and widened my eyes in fear.

"We can't know for certain if the demon energy has spread to you," my mother said to Muzan's father, who writhed in pain.

Muzan screamed from the pressure in the air closing in on us.

This is all ... I thought as I felt as if my bones would snap from within my body. An exorcism technique!

Muzan screamed some more and tried to pull my around his body so that I would be behind him. Even though he was suffering immensely, he was trying to shield me.

"That's it, Sakura, you know this is what we have to do," I heard my father say.

Why am I ...? Why am I not losing my control like Muzan is?

"You know that the Ubuyashiki line cannot be soiled by the presence of a demon."

He's going to die. He's going to die!

My eyes widened and started to feel like they were burning from the purple light.

He's trying to protect me when he's in such pain ... he's going to die!

I noticed Muzan clutching at his chest.

His heart! His weak point!

But I couldn't move. As much as I tried, I couldn't move.

"You can't kill my son! Stop it! Stop!" Muzan's mother screamed from the top of her lungs. With a ceramic pot in her hands, she ran towards my father, holding the pot over her head as if prepared to smash it against his skull.

My father immediately snapped towards her. "Then you'll all be disposed of," he said in a calm, chilly tone. He directed his attack at Muzan's mother, smashing the ceramic pot she held into shards the size of pieces of sand. Muzan's mother then quickly suffocated from the pressure, falling to her knees in an instant and collapsing dead onto the floor.

"No!" Able to break free from the invisible hold I was being kept in, I jumped to my feet and sprung at my father, tackling him to the floor at a speed that he, as a human, could not match. "Muzan!" I yelled, sensing my mother rushing to help my father.