𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝Lift your head (Y/N), ❞ he said smoothly.
You looked up to see him staring down at you with a slight smirk.
❝Are you sure you're not starting something you can't finish?❞
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to kibutsuji, time is like a ticking bomb. he'...
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Over the years, he had thought about you here and there. A thousand years had gone by and yet the moments he spent with you had stayed firmly in his mind. The truth was, Kibutsuji had only felt his heart flutter three times. Only three. Once under a starry night sky, once when being given an elegant rose, and once when seeing his bride under a red veil. Each time was because of you.
Admittingly, he had remarried after you a total of five times. It was all for conventional purposes, he had wanted to blend into society and blend in he did but unconsciously, on a deeper level, he had searched for someone to replicate that same feeling. He searched for someone to make him feel that same warmth you had drilled into his heart. The touch of your skin, your gentle lips on his, the way your voice sounded so soft when you spoke, the way you blushed when he spoke and touched you; he craved theses attributes endlessly.
He could never achieve this from any other woman, perhaps because of the high standard in his head, but more likely because he wouldn't allow anyone to penetrate the mental wall he had set up after he had become a demon.
As such, every woman he married annoyed the living crap out of him. He couldn't stand them. He lashed out at all of them relentlessly.
There could never be another (Y/N).
There would never be another Lily.
He kept you in a castle of your own, he had a tower built and stored you at the very top with an ancient demon guarding the entrance.
He visited you almost every year when he wasn't busy. Each year, he'd give you a small portion of his blood. He knew his other demons would burn with jealousy if they learned of this, but currently, only the demon who guarded you knew about it and he was undoubtedly jealous-Kibutsuji heard the same repulsive thoughts from him every year.
Why her? What's so special about her? Why does the master favour her so much? She's just a girl.
Indeed, you were just a girl but you were his girl. You needed to be set apart from the rest of his demons. His demons would never understand the bond the two of you had. They would never understand how close you had been to him and how you made him feel. As such, you needed to be set apart. Your purpose was different from theirs, your purpose was to complete him, you were his other part, his soul mate.
Due to his blood, your hair had grown to be long and straight, your nails sharp like his. Your beautiful eyes remained closed, however, and he wasn't able to derive the joy he got from seeing your near-perfect figure in motion. He was still patient. Everlastingly patient.
He would wait until you woke up and he knew-undoubtedly-you would wake up eventually.
Soon enough, your once pale skin had reddened with colour, the blood returning to your face, your hail and nails reaching peak growth, your face warming in temperature. He knew soon the wait would be up.
