Enchanting Delusions

A Backstory... Finally

Warning beforehand, we got some mentions of abuse and other bad stuff. If you're uncomfortable with such topics, you might want to skip them.

Death had followed (Y/n) throughout her life. Seemly anyone who grew close to her met a terrible end. Sometimes it is caused by gruesome animal attacks and other times they just disappear.

The village she lived in was once a lively one. Often having festivals and a joyful atmosphere. That changed with (Y/n)'s mere birth. Her mother Kichi was a frail yet loving woman, and it seemed like giving birth to (Y/n) and her twin, Hoshi... Her body could not handle it. Despite the doctor's best attempts, Kichi would pass on soon after.

(Y/n) was like a carbon copy of her mother. Having wild (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes, she also inherited Kichi's weak body. Not being capable of running or playing like the other children. Just her mother, she always had a soft smile that seemed to brighten up the room. Her laugh made the most tense situation light-hearted.

Meanwhile, her sister was the complete opposite of her. She had smooth and soft hair, and her eyes always seemed to be sparked with anger. She never smiled nor laughed, only wore a scowl on her face. She was always on edge, which was fair with their piece of shit father.

With the death of his wife, Fujita became a shell of the man he once was. He no longer had his badly timed jokes or his love of cooking. Rather he turned to alcohol. He became violent and short-tempered. Snapping at the slightest inconvenience. He did have a particular hatred for (Y/n) though, seeing as she was so alike to his wife.

Though life for (Y/n) and Hoshi was rough. They still found small joys in life. From feeding animals with little food they were given or playing with the other kids. That would change when (Y/n)'s 'curse' appeared. Whenever she bled and the sun set, people started to disappear. From the little kids she played with, to the adults she encountered in her village. Even her own sister vanished without a trace.

The village was desperate to find the cause. In the end, all the victims had one thing in common, they all ended up having been in contact with (Y/n)'s blood. They came to the conclusion that she was cursed. Perhaps it should have been obvious. From the birth of twins, the death of the mother, and her weak body. She was destined to bring misfortune.

She became an outcast. No one came near her, nor tried to defend her when her father laid lands onto her. They simply watched with dulled expressions. Her illness only worsened with the lack of care. She became bound to her makeshift bed. Often going without food, yet she continued to hold onto hope and pray.

(Y/n)'s prayers would be answered, but not by any god. Rather, a demon. One clad in a black suit, eyes that could be compared to rubies, and skin that resembled the moon. His hands still dripping with the blood of her father and village. She weakly turned to her, her (e/c) eyes filled with sorrow.

"Are they all dead?" she croaked out, voice hoarse and dry.

He said nothing, only confirming this. Her gaze turned to the ground, grief washing over her before the man finally spoke. "Why are grieving? They abandoned you and left you to die."

"They are all I have," she replied, before giving Muzan a weak smile. "You are a demon correct? I will not put up a fight, not like I can, I only ask you to make it painless."

The demon king paused, he had never revived a response as unique as that. Originally he came to the village after noticing the enticing smell, a marechi. However, she reminded him of himself. Once weak and vulnerable. Someone who had been given up on...

Perhaps it would not hurt to keep her around for a little longer. He strolled forward and picked her up, ignoring her weak protests and called out.

"Nakime," the sound of a biwa sounded from nowhere. That was the last thing (Y/n) heard before a sliding door appeared and the man walked towards it.

When (Y/n)'s eyes adjusted to the dim light, she looked up in awe. The place she found herself seemed endless and defied all the things she thought she knew. There were thousands of doors and rooms as far as she could see. Some were upside-down, sideways, and occasionally the right way up. Yet, she technically was upside-down as well.

What drew her attention though was a lone figure sat strumming a biwa. The woman sat on one of many platforms, she was incredibly pale. The light complexation contrasted her black hair that draped down to the floor - oddly enough, her hair also covered her eyes, how she could see was anyone's guess.

"Nakime, prepare a room for the girl," the man spoke, his voice oozing authority. Without speaking, the woman nodded and with one strum of the bias (Y/n) found herself in a room. The man who had held her gently lowered her to the ground, he then stood up. "This is where you will be staying, my underlings will bring anything you desire. Simply name it and you will have it."

"I-I'm so confused... Why didn't you kill me? Where am I? Who are you-" her voice slightly raised at the end, but was cut off by coughing.

"I am Kibutsuji Muzan, the Demon King. I did not kill you because you piped my interest, that is all. I am not merciful nor sympathetic to you. You are alive because of me and I can choose to deal away with you at any time. Do not forget that."

Muzan sent one final look at (Y/n) before disappearing, leaving her alone in the room.

The room itself was quite spacious, tatami mats covered the entire ground while a few beams acted as supports. Other than that, however, the room was empty. An eerie silence filled the room, occasionally cut through by a biwa. (Y/n) looked around, she has no fucking clue what to do.

Taisho Secrets

-Muzan did not actually leave the Infinity Castle, he was outside listening to (Y/n)'s breathing.

-Nakime stared at Muzan the entire time he was creeping outside (Y/n)'s room with a deadpanned expression... That that anyone could tell.