In which, you murder your father to protect your mother from his wrath, and end up in the snow to find refuge elsewhere.
You meet a charming demon named Douma, and instead of devouring you, he offers you a place in his faithful community, Paradise...
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"I don't feel well." You whined as Douma scrubbed shampoo into your scalp in the bathtub.
"What's wrong? Still feeling sick?" Douma cooed as he laid a kiss on the back of your neck.
Despite the steaming hot bath tub, you still felt cold.
You nodded your head and said "I feel nauseous and I'm cold."
"Even in your hot bath?" He asked.
You nodded your head again.
"Okay, let's get you out and I'll put you to bed." Douma said as he scooped you out of the tub and put you on the ground.
You hugged your body as he wrapped a towel around you. "Oh, it's a such a shame you're feeling ill, Y/n-chan. I was hoping we could have some fun."
You ignored him, still feeling on edge after Muzan's warning.
After he got you changed into a warm pair of pajamas, he held your hand as he escorted you to your futon.
"Take a nap, Y/n-chan. I'll be right here when you wake up." Douma said as he brushed your hair out of your face with his hand.
His touch was cold and his gaze was anxiety-inducing, but you were feeling so sick you ended up sleeping throughout the day.
When you woke up, Douma was gone. His time with you had ended and you slept through most of it.
He didn't complain, though. Watching you sleep was more than entertaining for him. He thought you looked so pretty and innocent when you were asleep and vulnerable.
You sat up, feeling dazed and delirious. You must have a fever, your body was like an oven but you were freezing.
You lit a few candles, trembling, clammy palms using the match to light the wicks.
"You look ill." A masculine voice said behind you.
You turned around, Muzan standing inches away from you.
"Oh... yes, I believe I am. I think I have a fever." You said as you set the candle down.
"Lay back down. You need to eat too. Douma neglected to feed you. He was so caught up with his... infatuation... he didn't do what he was supposed to." Muzan said, voice ice cold.
You listened to him without questioning it. He crouched down and laid the back of his hand against your temple.
"Your fever feels quite high." His face contorted a bit as he tried to think of what he could do to ease your ailment.
"Well, to be fair, Douma didn't feed me because I slept through most of the day." You said.
"There are no excuses. He has disappointed me once again." Muzan said as he stood up.
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