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when loosing a loved one sends
an unsuspecting young girl into
a spiral, the demon slayer
corps takes it upon themselves
to unravel...
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the daytime had already passed, you find yourself getting lost for time when spending it in the Infinity Castle.
however when you finally made acquaintance with the others, all hell broke loose. which is on brand for demons, but the hell was 'caused purely by Akaza running around the shifting walls and throwing random drapes on you. his antics never failed to make you smile ever so slightly. and his frantic running back and fourth didn't go unnoticed by Kokushibo, who was sitting in front of you whilst the two of you were upside down on a platform.
the Infinity Castle had a way of shifting gravity. it took a while for you to stop feeling sick.
those uncanny six eyes of his trained over your body, he tilted his head. "Mind I ask, why are you wearing such things?" he quipped, pointing a sharp fingernail at your figure which was shrouded in many drapes.
"Akaza." was all you said, enough for Kokushibo to get the hint, he cleared his throat and continued on.
"How was the mission? Get any value?" his tone was curious, oddly uncharacteristic for Upper Moon One. he was always cold and vague with his answers,
"I ran into, one of those... Demon Slayers you mentioned. he had those breaths." upon mentioning this his eyes widened, a vein protruding from his forehead whilst he went deathly silent, so silent that you could hear Akaza's foot steps from miles away in the castle.
after what felt like eternity her finally spoke, "..What breath was it?"
you removed a drape covering your head, your horns stringing the large fabric above your face as your doll-like features appeared.
"There are different kinds?" "Of course, what colour was it? what density, did it resemble water, what did it feel like, that's if you got hit with it."
he was throwing a multitude of questions your way, you felt your brain fry as you apathetically leeched his way. Kokushibo was glaring daggers at you, like a father scolding his kids.
