鬼で所有権 | DEMON'S POSSESSION
↳ ❝ we are being lenient with you... but it doesn't mean we'll 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 let you go ❞
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𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, two of the most
powerful demons in the world
acquire an acute d̶̶e̶̶s̶̶i̶̶r̶̶e̶ for a
human
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"WHAT do you desire most in this world, (L/N)(Y/N)?" Muzan questioned after a moment of silence, lifting his chin as he did so, finding the very act of him questioning another so personally a bit distasteful. "You have no want for immortality... for power... for strength... so what is it that you wish for that you believe being a human can give you?"
"I should be asking you the same question," she hummed. "What do you desire that drove you to become a demon? Have you obtained it? Or... are you still chasing it?"
Silence.
And then, almost instantly, the air chilled.
For, there was one thing that Muzan despised above all else: reminders of his life as a human.
(Y/N) crossed that line.
"You're still chasing it, I see..." she murmured softly, finding the unchanging chilled expression of Muzan's disturbing, especially when she could feel how tangible his animosity was that crackled like lightning in the air. "It seems you have everything, though. Like you said, you have immortality... power... strength... from your clothing, I'm assuming wealth... from how you've lived so long, I'm assuming vast intelligence... so what can a man like you who looks to possess everything possibly still desire?"
"Let me ask you something, (L/N)(Y/N)..." Muzan stared at her with wide eyes that looked to be filled with only bitterness and hatred, the red hue shining dangerously bright under the shadow of the white fedora hat that he donned. "Does my complexion look unhealthy to you? Is my face pale? Do I look sickly to you? Do I look like I'm not long for this world? Do I look like I'm about to die?"
(Y/N)'s own eyes narrowed.
What exactly... is he getting at?
"Wrong... I am a living being who's infinitely close to perfection," Muzan continued lowly, his deep voice turning the air as frosty as his words. "And yet... the one thing that denies me such perfection... the ability to walk in the sun."
