eternal paradise [ yandere douma x reader x muzan ]

04: save your tears

You found yourself bored often at the temple. You wanted to leave and go on walks, maybe get some art supplies too since you enjoyed painting but the men managing the front would always prevent you from doing so.

It was for the best you stayed in the temple as there was a warrant out for your arrest.

It was still fairly cold out, but the winter storm subsided long ago. You would spend your time gazing out the window, waiting for something to happen.

Waiting for Nobuko and Mari to finish up their chores, and caring for their children.

Waiting for Douma to return.

And just waiting for your life to end.

You had been hallucinating frequently, you assumed due to lack of sleep. You also would dissociate for hours on end, and land in places you didn't even know how you got in the first place. Like you just blacked out, losing bits and pieces of your memory.

Your father would walk around the room from the corner of your eye, but once you looked for him, he was no where in sight. Obviously.

The man was dead.

And even after death he was still tormenting you. Instead of his wife, his chosen target was you now.

His murderer.

In the dead of night, while you were exhausted and disoriented, a cat would visit you.

A cat with black fur that blended in with the night and the shadows, only to be seen by the bright red irises that almost glowed, and occasionally could be seen in the light of the moon.

It spoke to you. A deep voice.

"Kill yourself." Was all it said. Never elaborating.

It would watch you. Stalk you. Those red eyes burned into your body. You weren't able to relax knowing that thing was stalking you, and keeping you up with its cruel words.

You knew it wasn't real, but it scared you nonetheless.

You were prostrated in front of Douma, tears pouring out of you as much as you tried to stifle them.

He looked down at you, a faux look of sadness in his eyes.

"What's got you so upset, Y/n-chan?" He asked, leaning forward and petting your head with his hand.

"Douma..." you sniffled, refusing to look your master in the eye in the state you were in.

"Y/n... look at me." He asked softly.

He cupped your face in his hands and said "Why are you crying?"

"Douma... please, I'm begging you to eat me! If you don't, I'll kill myself!" You sobbed.

Douma normally would eat someone young and beautiful as yourself, especially if they were begging. But... he couldn't understand his hesitance and reluctance to eat you.

Why? Your blood was exquisite. None that he  ever had. And you wanted to die, too. He would be doing you a favor.

"Y/n-chan... why do you want me to eat you so bad? Hm?" He hummed, brushing his thumb on your cheek, careful not to scratch you with his razor sharp nails.

You touched his slender hands and kept crying. "I cannot bare to live with myself anymore. He's coming for me."

Douma was confused. He didn't understand what you meant. He understood you had felt extreme guilt for what you did even if your actions were justified in his eyes.

But, coming for you? Your father?

"Don't be silly." He pulled you on to his lap. "Everything is going to be okay, my love." He ran his fingers in your hair as you continued to sob.

"Are you going to eat me?" He rested your head in his chest as he hushed you soothingly. "No. I will not. And you will not kill yourself either, Y/n-chan."

He had calmed you down, and Nobuko had accidentally walked in on the exchange. She had never seen Douma be so affectionate with someone.

He didn't have a problem touching his followers, but never were they sitting on his lap, and crying.

She was glad you had finally warmed up to talking to him though. Her and Mari both knew you needed him desperately.

But she did feel a tad big jealous that Douma had chosen to be so close with you. He really wasn't like this with anyone.

She decided to leave the two of you be.

You had felt comfort in Douma's embrace. You felt like you didn't deserve his gentle touch and his kind words.

You also found it strange that a bloodthirsty monster like him was so... human. You've encountered demons, you've seen them kill people.

There wasn't an ounce of empathy left within those monsters.

You looked into Douma's eyes, they were almost sparkling. You noticed something you haven't before.

The Kanji in his irises that read "Upper Two."

"What does the kanji in your eyes mean? Did you get them when you became a demon?" You asked.

"Ah, usually I'd tell someone I was born with it. But... since you already know I'm a demon, I'll tell you." He rubbed your back soothingly as you sat on his lap.

You listened, still examining his features. He really was stunning. He did absolutely look like a gift from the gods, a mouthpiece.

"In the demon world, there are ranks of demons." He said, rubbing the back of his hand against your cheek.

"The highest ranks are known as the twelve Kizuki." He pressed the tip of your nose lightly while smiling at you.

"So... does that mean... your rank is upper two?" I asked.

"That's right." He said, rubbing his thumb pad on your cheek.

"What... determines your rank? Who chooses it?" You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

He chuckled a bit and said "That's a conversation for another time, Y/n-chan. Just know... I am very, very powerful."

You felt on edge at his statement, but you were very intrigued to learn more. You had no idea there was a system like this in the demon world. Did that mean there was someone in charge of all this?

If so.... Who?