Y/n is an off-woman, having taken an interest in the demon species. In most cases. she avoids killing them, even when they are attempting to kill her. But her kindness only extends toward demons, Hunting demon slayers, betraying her own species some...
"Y/n, time to get up," muzan gently shakes me from the side of the bed where he stood.
"Hm?" I sluggishly rub my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the light that hung above. I went to move but a sharp pain went through my abdomen.
"You alright?" Muzan questions, a hidden smirk on his face.
"Just a little sore," I sit up.
"Why do I need to wake up," I slightly whine.
"I have a meeting with the uppermoons, I would like you to attend, now that it seems I have no reason to hide anything anymore," he walks over to the chair by his desk, grabbing a tie for his suit.
"A human. Me. Going to an uppermoon meeting?" I got a little excited.
"Yes you, the only human in all existence who lived many encounters with not just a few uppermoons but the demon king himself, is attending the uppermoon meeting," Muzan says with a little chuckle.
"Well when you word it like that," I laugh.
"Pick an outfit from the wardrobe over there," Muzan points to the large dark colored furniture in the corner.
"We leave in twenty minutes," he adds.
Getting up I make my way towards the wardrobe, upon opening it a bunch of beautiful colored fabrics greeted me. Looking at my options I choose four to choose from:
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After a small amount of time I decide which one to wear, quickly sliding it on before moving to my hair. I decided to just : (your choice)
"You ready," Muzan asks.
"Yup," I beam.
"Good let's go," he snapped his fingers and the sound of a biwa being strummed was heard. Within an instant we were in a really large room and a weird one at that. Me, Muzan and a woman sat upside down compared to everyone below. Walls upon walls were in this space, stairs where they don't belong, doors up and down every corner.
"Lord Muzan," Seven voices were heard. Looking at them I notice a few familiar faces.
Douma, Akaza, Daki, Gyutaro and another one I haven't seen in so long. Kokushibo.
Muzan nodded, allowing them all to sit up from their bowing position. Once seeing me, all of them looked shocked.
"Awh! Y/n~" Douma waved. I just glared at him. "Any news of the blue spider lily," Muzan voice boomed.
He looked to Kokushibo. "No Master, I may have a lead but it's unlikely," Kokushibo spoke up, face empty of any emotion.
The rest were silent, if Kokushibo had no progress the others surly didn't as well.
"You all seem to fail me, and often," muzan voice is low, anger seeping through.
"What good are you uppermoons if you can't find a SIMPLE FLOWER!" he yells.
