Your father is a renowned doctor who specializes in treating chronic conditions with his almost magical concoctions using rare plants. You follow him in his footsteps, accompanying him on his expeditions across Japan to cure the most toughest of con...
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"Kibutsuji-sama, your medicine is ready." Your father said on the other side of the door.
You quickly pulled a layer of your kimono on as Muzan dressed himself back in his robe.
"One moment." He said, assisting you with your garments.
Once you both were fully clothed, you opened the door for your father, looking a bit disheveled.
"H-Hi, dad."
He narrowed his eyes at both you and Muzan. He was acting normal, but you were acting all flustered and your appearance that you worked so carefully on seemed a bit... sloppy.
But he decided to brush it off.
"Kibutsuji-sama's medicine is ready."
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"What will become of me if I don't drink this?" Muzan asked your father.
It was just the two of them in the room, kneeling across from each other.
"You will not live to see your 20th birthday." He replied.
"That's enough." He replied, downing the blue spider lily brew.
"It won't work anyway." Muzan thought to himself.
Nothing could stop his symptoms from worsening. Even someone as prestigious and highly sought after as your father.
The next day, where he noticed no changes in his symptoms and you were busy out in your garden, Muzan had enough.
Your father wasn't special like everyone had said, like you said.
Perhaps you were just biased since he was your dad.
As he awoken from his nap, his fever making him delirious, he was in a frenzy of anger.
He sat up, stumbling around before his hand landed on a sharp knife laying beside an array of tools.
As he got closer and closer to his source of wrath, he couldn't help but tremble and grip tighter on his weapon.
"Death is all you deserve. Every single one of your kind." Is what Muzan thought before he rose his weapon and slammed it right on his skull.
Crimson blood pooled out of his head as the doctor slumped over.
He breathed heavily, his anger slowly disappearing.
Muzan had just murdered your father in cold blood.
Yet he didn't regret it.
He didn't even think about you at all. He was so blinded with rage and fear, he acted out of impulse.
As he returned to his bedroom and laid back on his futon, awaiting death, suddenly he felt a burst of energy throughout his core and very being.
He had never felt so alive in his whole miserable life. He sat up, rolling his sleeves up as his nails grew longer right before his very own eyes. They resembled claws.
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