False Prophet

Chapter 19

Screams are heard throughout the Infinity Fortress.

Blood had been spilled as the pain ran through many.

Muzan looks down at what's left of his Kizuki.

The lower moons had been given an undeserving amount of his blood. Some had already died at the overload of his essence in them. Veins popped and fangs extended as they yelled at the excruciating agony they were going through as their power evolved much more rapidly than any amount of feasting on humans could.

From behind him, Nakime was quiet as she always had been.

Muzan though irritated at having lost Kokushibo had some relief at having his most valuable demon still around. All the weapons in the world and having this fortress was his greatest weapon for this is where he can hide.

Soon he has to leave because his enemy is too far for him to murder with his own two hands. To rip out their throats and make them bleed out as they die as he tells them how pathetic they were.

Especially Douma, the one who had been the closest to being a demon even before Muzan turned him. Douma was the one who was emotionless and the perfect example of what he wanted from his Kizuki. The only thing was he had no fear or respect for him.

That was all before he became disconnected from him.

Now Muzan is on the warpath to destroy every single thing Douma had done to his empire since he had made a reappearance. He'll purge the Kizuki that had been infected by his ideals and turn their backs on their master. The one who gave them their second life.

Muzan will now reclaim the life he had generously given them.

In one room, a vase had shattered as its creator squirmed on the ground, delicious pain coursing through him. In another room, one cry became more as Hantengu split up.

His clones became their own beings, even Zohakuten stood on his own two feet as he saw his separate components.

Zohakuten would gaze up to where his lord looked down on them.

His lord was nice enough to give him the opportunity to defeat all his enemies with this additional boost in power.

He would not fail his lord.

He would be the savior, the hero.

He will vanquish the villain that was Douma, the disgraced Upper Moon Two. Then he will defeat the other disloyal demons.

Especially Kokushibo who had turned his back so easily on his master of many centuries.
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His descendant came by more often, even when he couldn't remember for sure why he was there as he walked out with Rengoku for the day.

The siblings would lounge around, only getting to socialize with various degrees of annoyance to genuinely liking the conversations with visiting Hashira. Hakuji would go round after round with the flame Hashira as the days passed with no disturbances.

It was unsettling to Kokushibo, knowing how Muzan works. He would attack as soon as he could to exact revenge against Douma.

The rainbow-eyed devil didn't seem to care as the days passed his hair would lose its red patch and his skin became fairer under the light.

His focus was on Inosuke as the child transitioned from a baby to a toddler, slowly reaching a year old.

Unbothered Douma was as they continued to stay at the estate they had been residing in.

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The swordsman that had haunted their very blood had joined them that night as they met their mentors.

Douma didn't mind as he sat with his mentor. Buddha had simply been meditating with him when his mind wasn't filled with questions.

Kokushibo and his brother joined them in this meditation session as Hakuji continued his sparring match with Sandy. Further away, Guanyin shows her current project to her students. Daki having finally opened up was watching the goldfish that moved around.

Gyutaro sat hunched, not knowing what to do other than watch his sister be curious in this calm environment that was drastically different from their childhood neighborhood.

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At the end with dawn near, Kokushibo would get up in sync with his brother to walk into the bamboo forest.

They walked in time with each other as the talk and fighting were dulled out by the forest.

Then they stopped in time with each other.

Soon both had drawn their swords.

Then they were doing basic forms that their father had taught them at a young age.

Even with how talented Yoriichi was, he still went out of his way to understand the basics of swordsmanship.

Twenty times they repeated the forms, their rhythm unbothered with each swing they did.

Then they sheath their blades and Yoriichi turns to his brother.

Michikatsu stands before him, the vulnerable human brother he knew who had fallen into being a demon.

They bow to each other.

All was settled between them.

Now it was time for proof to make things right.

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He wouldn't truly be Michikatsu till his wounds healed slowly and his blood ran hot.

His atonement wouldn't be complete till the demon lord was gone.

Kokushibo lifts his head to watch the horizon, unsheathing his sword and going through his forms.

He would help the slayers kill Muzan Kibutsuji, ridden the world of the devil afraid of the sun.

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Inosuke slept on his chest, Douma breathing lightly as he slumbered with his arm slung around Kotoha, making sure she was close.

He sleeps through the dawn, wanting to enjoy the peaceful morning.

For he doesn't know how much more time he has before Muzan comes to try and bring harm to them once more.