❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
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The night you and Douma went out was a full moon, the light from the celestial body is bright, yet not as bright as you remembered the days were. The pale object was not alone in the night sky, the stars accompanied it, glinting every now and then until the moon was hidden behind the clouds that hover above.
It has been so long since you were able to go outside. You don't even recall the last time you did. No matter how much you try to remember when it was the last you had been outside, you couldn't. And so before your head hurts trying to remember a memory that had been buried deep in your mind never to resurface, you decided not to prod further into it.
"My, my, trying to remember something, Y/n-chan?" Douma asked in his usual light tone and you tore your gaze from the night sky to look at him.
"Nothing of any importance. I was simply trying to recall the last time I went outside."
"Hmm, the last time eh?" Douma muttered, a hand under his chin as if he was really thinking deeply about it when in fact he wasn't. Yet you don't know why he had to act like he was. "Y/n-chan, we will live a very long time, right?"
"You did tell me we can have perpetual existence if we are not weak enough to be decapitated by a nichirin sword or foolish enough to be roaming outside by sunrise."
