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▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬
(warnings: reader pretty much kills themselves in their dream, muzan being an annoying little bitch, blood, gore, rengoku fucking dies😭).
a black haired demon stood on top of the same train the slayers were on, his coloured hair tips swaying lightly in the wind. to most, he would appear normal, the only thing striking him as others would call 'odd' was his unhealthily pale skin, odd markings on his face, and incredibly sharp teeth — not to mention personality.
but, as one can say, looks may be deceiving.
although themale was pretty, there was a dirty secret bubbling underneath his seemingly sweet appearance.
this was no normal demon, this was lower moon one.
"to die while in the rapture of a dream, a blessing indeed." the demon started, a smile appearing on his lips.
"it doesn't matter how powerful a demon hunter you are. the spark that drives these beings comes from the heart, the human spirit. all you have to do is stamp out their spiritual core. you can kill them just like that." he chuckled.
"all human hearts work in the same fashion, like a delicate glasswork, they're so pitifully fragile and weak."
there's really nothing you can do at this time. after all, you're too far in the ocean of slumber.
▬▬▬▬▬ 💤 , DREAM
'huh? where am i?'
"[name], your patient wants you."
'oh. i'm dreaming.'
you forced a smile at the supposed nurse stood before you.
"okay, i'll be right there!"
you wasted little time, not wanting to stay in a dream for the time of your mission.
the hallways seemed lively, but... the air felt like it was numbing. no true sense, only imagination fuelling it's breezy afternoon sun.
carefully, you stepped into the room, unaware of who your 'patient' was.
"hello, [name]."
your eyes flickered over to a man sitting on his futon, his black hair long and messy.
this wasn't someone you knew, but at the same time, he felt familiar.
