𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 • K. Muzan

𝐈𝐈𝐈.

CHAPTER THREE: RIPE AND SWEET

❝ Raze your temples, wreck your mountains. ❞

𝕿𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓. The demons lined up in front and prostrated themselves to him. 

Devoted. Unwavering. Dedicated. 

His eyes pierced through all of them, the souls that left them to be human have long vanished in the darkness of the red moon.

"I need you all to find this girl."

The previous mission was reportedly failed from the findings of no trace was left behind by the girl except of what was obvious. Muzan seethed with rage, though he kept his expression perfectly composed.

Muzan was intrigued by how she had managed to escape. The severed hand he held from the lifeless corpse was beginning to reek, but the foul stench was hardly noticeable to a demon's senses.

He threw the arm that was rotting with the blood that spilled out from it. It was the one that she had torn and was the one that the two demon apprentices found.

The upper moon three was there immediately and sniffed the aroma of the decapitated arm. It smells good to a demon, but for a higher ranking like him, it was rather too ripe and moldy. It stinks, but there was this tinge of smell coming from the arm.

Akaza closed his eyes and tossed the arm to Douma without even looking back. He caught it with ease.

Smells like paper and cucumbers... He thought as Douma took a sniff as well.

"I will do as soon as possible." Akaza bowed.

Muzan's eyes burned with a blood-red fury as he glared down at the six Upper Moons, a god in their reverent eyes. To defy him was unthinkable, for disobedience would mean shattering like fragile glass.

"May I ask, sir, why are you interested in finding this person?" Douma interrupted, which usually would make all the surrounding demons wince at how casually he would talk to the almighty. And with a not so innocent smile, he continued, "You haven't said a word since."

Akaza and the others (Except for Kakoushibou) stared at him. One with the look of 'are you kidding me, do you want to die?' and the fellow upper rank three with the 'this again.' look, with the deadpan expression and the eye roll.

"It was posing as a human even when it's very much not."

Who did she think she was fooling, with those beady eyes that clearly knew I was a demon?

And serving me that kind of meal..?

He tilted his head up.

You tread a perilous path, human.

They all turned their attention toward him, even Kokushibo shifting ever so slightly to cast a glance in his direction.

"She placed the food on my plate, garnished with human flesh," Muzan began, his voice as cold as ice. "Then deliberately showed me where it came from."

Oh? It's a girl? 

Douma mused, a flicker of amusement crossing his face.

A cannibal, perhaps? Akaza wondered silently. But such tales are nothing more than myths...