False Prophet

Chapter 6

A demon had been nearby, Douma knew it the moment the sun had set. Shortly after Kotoha went to sleep, he summoned a few clones to take care of the threat. His arm curled around Kotoha, his other was occupied by a stick he used to poke at the logs.

He did find it an odd decision of Buddha for him to allow him access to his cryokinesis. Perhaps he saw it as the best ability he had.

Douma felt his clones slay the demon and soon they melted away once he released his magic.

His arm stayed curled around Kotoha even when the danger passed, her warmth sinking into his cooler body. Inosuke wakes briefly and Douma takes him in his arms, rocking him till he goes back to sleep.

Overall, an uneventful night.

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Their journey led them to Tokyo, a busy city that had both adults in awe. Inosuke thought the bright lights pretty, though he much rather play with Douma's hair as they continued on their way.

Night came and Douma handed Inosuke off to his mother.

"I'll be back." Kotoha nodded, knowing what he was going to do. The crowd worked in his favor, though his height stood out. It however still easy to pickpocket.

His crown did tighten from every time he got the last coin of some. It would loosen if it was one that was acting quite vulgar.

He would return, giving Kotoha half should they be separated but it was unlikely. The demon then offered his arm, which Kotoha took with a smile.

They would shop around, mostly for Inosuke to have a change of clothes that had gotten too worn. Kotoha would find herself some lovely clothes that Douma had blushed lightly at. She was too lovely.

Then there was a scent of blood.

At first, it was small, but then his nose started to twitch. He swallows back his saliva and his state of hunger rears its ugly head.

After all this time, he was still starving.

He was so dizzy and he felt weak.

His jaw felt tight, his fangs digging into his lip. His demonic blood does little to sate his hunger.

He was beginning to pant.

Buddha wasn't cruel, not in the way Muzan was. This was different.

Someone was trying to -

His eyes roll to the back of his head, his body crashing into the wall of the shop they were currently in. He heard Kotoha in his fading moments, Inosuke whimpering.
The most noteworthy thing is his nose picking up something sweet.

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His ears were ringing when he woke up, his teeth were clenching onto something. His tongue felt the surface and confirmed it to be a muzzle of some kind. Inside it, he can smell Wisteria.

"He's a demon. Don't you know this?"

"Yes I do but there is no reason for you to do this."

"NEVER QUESTION LADY-"

"Yushiro, stop."

"Yes, my lady!"

Douma is slow to sit up, finding his hands and feet bound. He was trapped in a cell and from beyond he could see two demons along with Kotoha and Inosuke.

Inosuke spots him and sweat begins to build as he recognizes that smile forming on the boy's face.

"Kotoha-san, this demon won't hesitate to devour you." It seems the demons haven't noticed his awakened state.

"You don't understand, he won't." Inosuke was reaching out to his cooing before opening his mouth wide.

"What guarantee can you give me that he, one of Muzan's kizuki, a uppermoon, won't devour-" Tamayo would be cut off by the excited squeal of Inosuke as he called out to Douma.

"Dada!" The demons direct their gaze to Douma to see the exact moment that his crown glowed and his head was smacking into the ground. The belt of his muzzle breaks and he spits the object out.

Kotoha was shocked, watching the crown at work for the first time. Buddha seems to have a sense of humor in proving his worth.

Inosuke as always when the phrase did work, claps his hands.

Douma manages to get himself into an upright position and looks to his capturers.

Yushiro glared at him, reminding him how Akaza looked at him but now wasn't the time to think about that.

His gaze gets directed to Tamayo, a grin making its way to his face.

"Do you believe in deities?"

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Both were startled, Kotoha was looking at him in amazement and a bit stunned when his tale was finished. The four adults sat in silence for a bit, Douma twirling his fingers to create a mini clone to play with Inosuke who was crawling everywhere around the room.

Tamayo was the first to speak after he was finished.

"You can walk in the sun."

Douma taps his crown, a clicking sound where his claw meets metal.

"Buddha's blessing if I had to guess. He wants me to suffer more." Douma was grinning but his smile was straining. Whatever Tamayo had done to make him pass out is making him ravenous.

He was as weak as a newborn demon.

If someone came for them, there was no certainty that he would be able to protect his loved ones.

.
..
...

He did leave that part out.

He isn't ready to tell Kotoha the true reason as to why he turned his back against Muzan. That it wasn't just learning the value of her and Inosuke's lives.

Tamayo looks at her clock and bows to them.

"It is almost time for us to open up, please take a spare room in the meantime."

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Inosuke is settled down into a nap as evening comes once again.

Kotoha had just finished her dinner when she turned to Douma, his gaze directed outside.

"Douma, is everything alright?" Douma cracks a smile, hiding behind the facade he had crafted for himself. He didn't want to be all the way truthful right now.

"Everything is fine." Her footsteps were slow in their approach till they stopped beside him. Her hand finds his cheek and turns his eyes to her.

"Douma....are you hungry ?" His eyes glowed and his mouth opened, exposing his fangs. He wants to answer and yet he can't.

She pulls him into a hug, his face pressed into her shoulder.

He tries to pull back, sweat beginning to form. He couldn't trust himself.

His voice was muffled when he got a bit of room.

"Kotoha-chan, I can't-" Her arms find his neck, and his mouth is covered by another.

A kiss was shared between them. It felt so right and he wanted more.

But his tongue would find the taste of blood exchanged in their kiss. He pulls back sharply, his back getting a shiver at a morsel.
She had bitten the inside of her cheek.

His tongue runs over the drop and swallows it. His gaze is on Kotoha, her own gaze holding nothing but trust and love.

Her arms tightened on him as he dived in for another.

His crown felt loose at that moment. His hunger was finally satisfied for the first in a century. Though he will say he got full on her love, a tear of joy leaves him as they continue expressing themselves to each other.