𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI.

«Yuki, where are you? You've become exceptionally good at hiding from me! Yet, there is no place in the world I could not find you in. You cannot really hide from me, snowflake» Douma beamed, walking down the main corridor of his Temple. He was taking his time, but he enjoyed those moments of peace with the five-years-old girl he was raising since she was a newborn baby.

His feather-like footsteps did not make a sound. He looked like a God, his eyes sparkling into the almost dark alley. He perfectly knew where the child had found shelter. She was curled up in a ball right behind the third golden column on his right.

Hands behind his back, the Upper Moon Two chuckled. Her heartbeat was his favorite lullaby. When she fell asleep at night, he loved listening to it as he caressed her cheeks or played with the brown locks of her hair. He felt a odd feeling, making his stomach twist and he could not mend it with eating innocent people.

Something was changing. He was changing.

No one ever had made him feel that way, though. Nor women, neither their children. He was unconditionally enticed by this little girl. He purely cared about her and her health.

However, not even that little child had melted his heart. At least, not yet. He was still the cold-blooded killer who had chased after Kotoah a month ago: he was still the monster that had devoured her to the bone, fake tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched Inosuke fall down from that cliff.

Inosuke. It had been so hard telling Yuki that "he was gone in a better place with his mother". His heart ached with every whimper leaving her trembling lips. She sobbed all noght long. That stupid woman, kind and beautiful, had picked his interest from the moment she had arrived.

Also, Yuki loved her. He did not mind the help of a goodhearted woman in dealing with a kid.

To snap him out of his stream of consciousness was a chill running down his spine. In a nick of time, he found himself on his knees. Eyes staring at the marble floor, the Upper Moon Two inhaled sharply.

He was here and, if he was here, his thoughts were not safe. Yuki was not safe.

«Muzan-sama, it's a honor receiving a visit from you» the silver-haired man said, a gentle tone in his voice as a polite smile made its way on his lips. Fake, it was fake.

Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon King, stared blankly down at him. He despised the Upper Moon Two, he loathed his apparent easygoing nature.

However, Douma was a living menace. Pillars could not keep up with him and, as long as he kept on getting stronger and digging graves for the slayers bumping into him, Muzan could bear with him.

«I heard you killed another Pillar. I'm not here to praise you. I am not going to congratulate you for fulfilling your duty. That is, indeed, your side mission. – Muzan bluntly said – Where's the blue spider-lily?» he asked, quirking his dark eyebrows up. The Upper Moons had to be his eyes and ears across the Nation.

Still, those useless and incompetent demons kept on forgetting the main reason wht they were created. What was their use, if they could not even help their Master in finding a flower?

All they did was slaughtering slayers, a task he could deal with himself.

«Muzan-sama, I beg your pardon for I could not find the flower you are looking for. If you please to punish me, my body belongs to you» the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult chimed, his keleidoscopic eyes widening as he offered his body to the Demon King. It was degarding, wicked, something only a masochist would do, yet Douma did not feel anything at all.