Patterns [RWBY X DEMON SLAYER]

Meet the Family

Time to earn that mature rating

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Five sat listlessly at a table meant for a dozen of his size. A steak knife spun circles around his hand as he hummed the tune of a lullaby he had been sung in his youth. Not by his mother of course, the bitch never had the time of day for her precious little angel.

Crimson eyes swept across the room, taking in what years of extracurricular activities had earned him. The Menagerien Rosewood table decorated in a plethora of silverware and other mundane trinkets giving off a sense of luxury to the otherwise cluttered room. The sickly smooth wood mentioned having been personally smuggled by the man in his twenties.

Three sets of windows mirrored each other down the length of the table, all covered by a thick layer of an oppressive black fabric in order to drown any ounce of natural light from the room. The only light provided to the space being from two glass chandeliers hung high above, each with more than a dozen arms holding forth balls of fire of their own.

That and the blazing fireplace across the room, hung above were an array of trophies from but a decade ago, the heads of exotic animals now drawn deep into extinction by Grimm alone, each skull seemingly screaming at the one who had felled them.

Five's enhanced senses detected his favorite servant before he had even touched one of the silver handles leading into the room, watching the double doors swing open to reveal the aged man dressed in a slick and quite expensive black tuxedo. His frail and long ago greyed hairs moving along with his practiced movements, seemingly unfazed by the hungry gaze that followed his frail figure.

His feet snapped into position at Five's side, hands quickly following with a clasp of wrinkled fingers behind the man's back.

"Sir, those in the kitchen are prepared. What course would you request for this fine evening?" the man's rough and battered voice had long become familiar to Five.

The knife halted within the monster's hand as a smile pulled itself into shape from what human-like skin remained on his body.

"Surprise me."

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The kitchen was as bustling as usual.

Mortal bodies rushing from place to place in order to fulfill the purpose of their "hirings".

Meat sizzled, plates flew, and blood spilled from the chunks of flesh at their disposal.

If only said flesh wasn't so resistant.

"P-Please!"

"It's you or them! It's you or them!"

She chanted as her hand wavered above a boy no older than sixteen. His body bound to a metal table already slick with blood.

His wrists strained against the metal restraints keeping him bound by the hands and feet, tears and snot spilling down his pale cheeks, past the begging mouth screaming at her.

Two years of culinary school.

Two years of her life, all wasted at the beck and call of a man who didn't deserve the title of human anymore.

"I-I'm sorry!" she yelped as her blade flashed across the boy's throat and then his wrists, the final gurgles of life leaving his body into containers positioned beneath the specialized table.

"Fresh meat is best. Anything older than a day tastes like ash upon the tongue. Wouldn't you agree Adam?"

The words of her slaver echoed in her head as she lifted two containers from the floor. Tears were ruthlessly beat back as her feet rushed her to the next station, where she spied the man's shadow in the flesh overlooking the process from his position above. Gazing down at the rest of them like ants from the top of where two metal staircases converged, not bothering to lean on the railing presented to him.