𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘 || douma

Chapter 22

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"Are you perhaps...flustered to see a half-naked woman? How strange."

You've never been around other demons before, except of course with Douma. In fact the only demon you had spent time with until now is Douma. You have very limited knowledge about your kind, although Douma has taught you the basic and most essential things. You knew he had yet to tell you most of it.

The demon in your bedchamber is different from Douma, you knew at first glance. He is a lot more different, you thought to yourself.

"Strange?" he muttered with a silent scoff, his head still averted as if looking at you is a forbidding thing to do, you who wore nothing but your bare skin under the silky sheet that still has the scent of blood and whiff of the remnants of what you and Douma did hours ago. "What's strange is how you lie there naked, where the hell is that Upper Moon Six anyways?"

"Upper Moon Six? Douma?" you asked, leaning forward, the sheet falling down your chest as you put your hands on the mattress and moved closer to him. "You know Douma?" you asked again, head tilted to the side. "Are you two...friends?"

"Friends? Oh please, you're making my stomach lurch. How can I be friends with that kind of–" he was immediately cut off when he turned his head back to you and saw you with the sheet that had now fallen down and his ears reddened again. "Why don't you wear something first for fuck's sake!"

You slowly looked down your bare chest before looking back at him. "Why? It's comfortable like this."

He averted his gaze again, letting out a heavy sigh. "I know that Upper Moon Six is no good, he only consumes women but now he also keeps them long enough as a plaything."

A plaything, you thought to yourself. But who are you to argue with that, you are, after all, nothing more and less than his marionette.

You climbed down the bed, the sheet completely falling down and showing your bare body as you tiptoed your way up to him.

"It's true that Douma kept me as a plaything," you said, leaning closer to him, close to his crimson tipped ear. "Oh but recently I've learned to enjoy playing as well."

You walked past him, your scent lingering from where you stood. He didn't move nor say anything as you changed into a new kimono. Only when you spoke did the silence finally break.

"What's your name?"

He didn't say anything for a while, it was as if he's contemplating whether to tell you or not. When you were about to drop the question and ask him why he's here, he finally decided to answer.

"Akaza,"

He finally turned around, seeing that you're already dressed. His eyes didn't avert and you were able to study his features. His eyes have the same kanjis as Douma's, but one with a different meaning, Two. He has tattoos all over his face and body, you've heard about those kinds of tattoos, they were used to brand someone who had committed a crime.

"Akaza," you muttered, trying his name out loud. "What brings you here, Akaza?"

"I'm here to relay a message," he said. "Tell Douma–"