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˗ˏˋ🕯'ˎ˗ dem!fem!reader Blood Demon Art(1/?): Creation User can produce anything with the memory, thoughts, image (etc) of their 'victim'. Can be used against their opponents in battle to confuse, or create conflicting emotions; causing them to weaken and aid the user.
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the sound of a biwa stringing resounded throughout the vast, empty space of the Infinity Fortress,
"muzan-sama and y/n-asterope-sama has arrived.."
all of the 6 uppermoons immediately bent down, one after the other like a row of falling dominos. muzan appeared before them, a cold, harsh glare on his face. meanwhile, from another platform, y/n descended down beside the demon progenitor.
"what is the progress on finding the blue spider lily flower?, the annihilation of the demon slayer corps?, and the downfall of that ubuyashiki family?!" muzan spat, venom laced his tone as he progressively got angrier, reading their empty thoughts. as the room remained silent, multiple veins appeared on his face, evidently showcasing his anger.
"it has been centuries!! yet you incompetent demons have not been able to complete these simple tasks. could it be the uppermoons have lost their power? perhaps i should disband the uppermoons, just as i did with the lowermoons.." muzan trailed off, not acknowledging the fear on the bowing demons faces.
lose their title?, their privileges?, their power?!
"now, now, muzan, why would you do that?" y/n hummed, speaking up for the first time since the meeting began. "not only would you lose useful subordinates, you might even create traitors!" she laughed out loud, and one would almost not be able to register the threat hidden in her words.
muzan's red eyes flashed dangerously, but knew the power his equal held. he resorted to sending a shockwave, producing multiple scratches on her exposed upper chest. she let out another chuckle, regenerating in an instant.
the uppermoons looked up at their second leader, watching with awe- mixed in with fear- as she activated one of her attack blood demon arts; producing a deep purple katana from within her chest. (baal inspired)
muzan paled, a single streak of sweat running down from the back of his neck. "nye, muzan, have you forgotten that we are equals?" she put firm emphasis on the 'equals', pointing her elongated katana at him. the blade had purple lightning streaks, and an engraving of 'electricty goddess, asterope'.
wind started to pick up inside the fortress, a grey thunder cloud rolled over the platform. light purple kimono swaying, purple thunder strikes from the clouds and the tip of her sword.
"yes, yes, i apologise," muzan said hastily, the cloud and wind disappeared instantly; the sword tucked back into her chest; a smile on her face (☺️👍). it seemed her mood swings happened often.
