Scarlet Chains // Muzan|Kokushibou|Douma|Akaza

1) His Desire

- Chapter One -

   It was just like any other night; It was dark and cold, stars glimmering faintly against an endless black void.
Nothing seemed to stir in the silence of midnight. Even the Hashira were assumed to be resting, preparing for battles to come.

Obviously, nights can never be this serene. There was going to be something different about it, no matter how blank it seemed. And of course, nothing is ever at rest when it comes to the King of Demons.

Muzan Kibutsuji sat on the edge of his futon in his private room, locked away in secrecy and privacy from the rest of the Infinity Castle. His sharp red eyes glittered immensely as he stared out into the stormy skies from his open window. With the Hashira known to be residing in a so-called mysterious village of Swordsmiths, there wasn't enough going on in the current moment to keep Muzan alert. The past few days had felt strange. He had noticed himself agitated, and his mental state seemed to feel almost human-like. He felt this deep tension... almost like he was yearning for something. But he was the King of Demons. He had no reason to crave anything unless it was for his own survival.

Kibutsuji himself didn't ever expect he'd feel some sense of needing. He didn't even know what he needed, but he was beginning to feel raged up the longer he felt this deep desire that he couldn't understand.

He sighed again, staring at his own claws with a bored expression. He reached out one of his muscular arms, admiring it for a few seconds. Muzan traced his slender fingers along his veins; he then felt this sensation he'd never felt before. It sort of felt like drinking fresh blood after a day without doing so; or the scent of spider lilies. Just like those two things, he wanted to feel more of whatever this strangely pleasing sensation was. Without thinking, Muzan lowered his hand to his waist, and rubbed his hand along his side. He shivered again, the feeling that he felt before growing more intense.

What is this interesting sensation... and why do I enjoy it?

Kibutsuji thought to himself, confused as to why he felt so pleased. He then found himself lifting up his dark kimono for easier access to his bare body. Muzan was confused; yet whatever he was doing made him feel so good. He didn't even know what it was like to feel satisfied; now he understood why humans wanted things in certain ways so desperately.

Muzan swiftly stripped off his undergarments, revealing his naked self. His eyes went slightly wide; Muzan rarely ever stripped himself... the only times he had reason to do so were when he was testing medications and potions to attempt to give him immunity to the sun.

Muzan stared at himself; he was quite pleased now that he was admiring his own physique. He averted his eyes to his lower body, inspecting himself. He found himself tracing along his own thighs, that pleasurable sensation only burning hotter inside of him.

He paused slightly when his hands reached in between his legs.

What is it that Im doing....

He thought to himself again. None of these really made sense to the King of Demons... the fact that it was so instinctual was surprising. He wasn't a human, so why did he crave this bizarre sensation?

He then lost focus once more as he began stroking himself. He wasn't sure why demons kept their sexual organs... but at this moment, he sort of understood. The pleasure he felt when stroking his own body was immeasurable to what he'd imagined.

It then occurred to him. He was craving sexual activity.. but he was a demon... the King of Demons. Demons didn't have time for erotic acts. But he was the King... technically he could do whatever he wanted. He smirked, the pleased feeling still remaining inside him.