In the evening air, there is a crack on the tile as a being lands heavy on a rooftop.
Akaza straights himself out as he strolls into the temple that is the headquarters for the Eternal Paradise Cult run by Douma, Upper Moon 2. He was sent by Muzan to check on their wildest upper moon as he is the most likely to expose them. The upper moon hadn't made an appearance in some months and Muzan didn't like the feeling of the absents.
In the dark hallways, Akaza can hear the soft chatter or deep breaths of cultists.
However, he couldn't pen point where that idiot was, and using his demon art wasn't an option in this space.
As Akaza made his way, he soon realized a weight on his shirt and he looked back to see....a baby?
Bright green eyes look at him before smacking him in the face.
His mouth drops as he continues to watch this human baby grip his shirt. It was unnatural for it to hang on as long as it had and HOW DID HE GET THERE-?!?
"AKAZA~!" Akaza whips around to look at Douma who was a mere hair away from him, eyes crescent, and a fanged smile stretched to its limit.
"I believe you have something of mine." Douma easily with his height reached over his shoulder and grabbed the baby that shrieked in delight before hitting Douma on his shoulder and settling down a bit.
Akaza watches a moment and beads of sweat start to form and a pit of mixed emotions builds in his stomach as he watches Douma, the third most feared demon, rub noses with this baby that giggled.
"Who-?" Akaza receives a quick answer in the form of frost to his hair and Douma raising his finger to his lips.
"Shhhh~ we wouldn't want to wake anyone else' Douma then turns to the baby and Akaza nearly gags as Douma changes pitch to baby talk '-Isn't that right my little boar."
The baby laughs once and Douma is soon walking off into the darkness with Akaza stalking after him.
HE NEEDED ANSWERS DAMNIT!!
His superior opens a door and he peeks through to see Douma set the baby down to sleep next to a woman that looked much like the child.
Douma was soon next to him opening his fan and humming a tune.
"Now Akaza my good buddy? How can I help you?" The colors of his eyes swirled for a moment and Akaza glanced back at the room where a baby babbled.
"Who...?" Douma tilts his head to the direction of the room and smiles.
"Oh, that's just my wife and child."
A vein nearly exploded and Akaza just knows his skin went paler than Master Muzan's.
"Excuse me-" Douma leaned in once more and frost once again started to build up in his hair.
"Indeed I have a lovely wife and a child! It's should be exciting news for everyone that I have settled down!" Douma however was only smiling while his eyes held no emotion.
"I however have taken some time off to focus on them."
He brings a claw to Akaza's forehead and pushes his peer.
"So do let Master know."
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Akaza was frozen in place for a while once he returned and had to throw something and everything as he screamed in his room.
"THAT IDIOT FU-"
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Muzan sighs as Akaza destroys his room.
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Papa Douma
HumorDouma and his attics as a proud papa. Sequel is 'Prodigal Son' - #1 in DoumaXKotoha #1 in KotohaXDouma #1 in DouKoto