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" TORTURE AND PAIN "
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(M/N) GASPED softly at the number emprinted on the silvernette's eyes, a traditional golden fan he once used now resting on the demon's lips, a mocking look on his face
Douma honey-glazed his words, his usual empty sentences filled with delight at the sight of the messy (hair colour) male
"Mou~ so you're the man akaza-dono has been thingking of, do you remember me?"
The demon tilted his head, a smile present on his face, yet, that smile is unkn9wn wheter it is a mocking one, or a genuine one
'Wait... those eyes..'
(M/n) widens his eyes, remembering a certain child that he once met secretly near a certain temple back far then
"It seems like you remember! That's great"
Douma purred, patting the male's head before pulling his hair, making his face close to the snowflake's
"To think that you've grown so handsomely, mou, it would be a waste to not do that to you.."
(M/n)'s brows furrowed, trying to stay away from douma's lips that is almost touching his own
"Maa~, you must be hungry! Come! I'm sure my followers has prepared a meal for you"
Letting go of his harsh grip on the slayer's hair, he makes his way and walks infront, leading (m/n), the words he said wasn't a suggestion, it was a command
The slayer tried his best to stood properly, but with his leg, difficulties are needed, well, his whole entire life he has faced difficulties
Douma, noticing this, chuckles mockingly, before lifting up the male to his arms, bridal style
With a loud 'TWANG' the demon and the male was sended somewhere else, god knows where
