A Pretty Face (KNY x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 13

A little over eight decades ago, Douma experienced a severe near-death experience. He had fucked up big time, but was hellbent on saving himself from persecution. In that moment, he was forced to kneel inside the Infinity Castle.

"You're a fool. Do you not realize the abomination you've created?!" Upper Moon Three yelled. These days, Douma couldn't even remember who he was.

Douma was incredibly selfish. He always would be. Even as death was knocking at the depths of his mind, he shook at the thought of his mark being removed. It was hell to acquire the attention of his King, and to even surpass all of the others and land himself a spot as the weakest Upper Moon was an extraordinary feat in itself.

A human woman was restrained by two Upper Moons. She cried as their King stepped down from his throne to inspect the situation. Other demons, ones that weren't apart of either lower or upper ranks, watched the scene play with curiosity and fascination. They didn't feel hungry looking at her at all. Something felt off about her.

"...I don't understand why everyone is making such a fuss. What have you done to this woman? Did you make her a pet?" Lord Kibitsuji asked, his voice remaining calm and void of any malice or hate.

"No, master, she wasn't a pet!" it sickened Douma how he trembled in fear. Everyone now knew how much of a submissive dog he was. "I thought she had information on the blue spider lily...things went too far and—"

"—And what? I don't care how you frolic with a human. That's your business, and yours alone. Have you all wasted my time by declaring an emergency meeting?" That was when everyone flinched, and cowered behind one another. He didn't yet know what was wrong.

The spectating demons went silent. No one wanted to say a word for fear of being killed. They all glanced nervously at each other, their hearts pounding.

"Ridiculous...all of you deserve to die right now. You there—" he pointed to a random demon. She was small for the average woman, and looked innocent. "Eat the human before I slaughter everyone."

She wouldn't dare disobey the master, but taking just one look and sniff at the human, she nearly flinched. Her blood didn't smell right at all.

"Now."

The witnesses continued to remain silent as the demon slowly walked towards the human. She didn't feel any remorse as she pulled her back by the hair. Screams resonated and echoed within the Infinity Castle. Three chunks had been taken from her shoulder, which the demon chewed and swallowed with resistance.

"Do you think she's someone who needs to be savored? You're testing my patience—"

Everyone heard a strange gurgling sound come from the demon's throat. It sounded as if she was choking, but she couldn't have been. Blood began to seep through her clothes, and then the skin around her throat melted away. More blood poured down her body. The surrounding demons gasped as each limb melt into a pool of mush. She couldn't even scream before fading away into nothing.

"...I tried to explain, but—" Douma paused, looking around to gauge the reactions. Jaws were close to hitting the floor. No one except the human made sound, which were her pained whimpers. "I'm not quite sure what's happening myself. I lost my temper, and force fed her a dose of my blood. That's when I realized she was..."

"She's what? What have you brought here, among all of these witnesses? I demand you to give me an answer!"

It would be easier to show them instead. Douma rose from his kneeled position, moving to where the woman laid on the floor. Her wounds weren't life threatening at all, but it wasn't her life that he worried for. He gently coaxed the woman to stand, and then parted her coat.

The roundness of her stomach shocked the audience. Whispers resonated amongst them. Their King could only stare with his mouth agape as he surveyed the situation.

"She's only a few weeks along, but yet her body began to change rapidly. I didn't know how to stop it!" Douma pleaded his innocence, praying that he would be spared for a careless mistake.

"I'm angry that you've brought a worthless demon slayer here, a retired Hashira nonetheless," there was a certain smell to her that gave it away immediately, but that wasn't important at all. "Although, I'm quite pleased with what you've done. It isn't the mother who absorbed the blood, but rather the child...how fascinating!"

The tone in the room shifted dramatically. Demons stared in awe, and the sense of dread and murder evaporated instantly. Their master was happy.

"Keep her isolated in one of these rooms. I expect you to care for this Hashira, and make sure no harm comes to the child." Lord Kibutsuji turned his back to leave, but thought of one more important detail. "Oh, you said she's only a few weeks?"

Douma nodded, recounting what she had told him in an attempt to keep him from harming her.

"And that's the state of her pregnancy now?" She looked to be six months instead of a few weeks. Again, Douma nodded.

This knowledge pleased him. He nearly disappeared before Douma asked a significant question.

"Do I have your permission to raise the child?"

Surrounding demons paused in disbelief. They waited with bated breath for their master's response, some noting the way his lips twitched with amusement.

"You do have my permission. Don't raise a brat, that is my only requirement."

It didn't take long for the due date to arrive. As such, Douma carefully prepared everything to be clean and perfect. A few female demons reluctantly agreed to help with the mess. Nearly eight hours later, he tensed as he heard a strangled cry.

She was taken away from her mother immediately, who didn't even have enough energy to cry. All of her abilities as a Hashira were now worth nothing. She couldn't even defend or save herself. No one cared as she took her last breath.

At first, Douma detested the feeling of a baby in his arms. The crying made his head ache unbearably. Why did he jump at the chance anyway? He didn't know. Maybe after being so dreadful for centuries, it was time for a new change.

Although she grew fast in her mother's womb, she grew like a normal child. It felt agonizingly slow for Douma. When would she finally start growing?

"Oh, I still haven't named you!" One thing Douma liked about being a parent, was getting to play dress up. He was able to buy the most cutest outfits for the girl to wear. She wasn't even old enough to understand him or reply, but simply chewed on one of her stuffed animals.

"Let me think, let me think..." He couldn't believe how hard it was to come up with something so simple. His mind filtered and wandered, and then it clicked.

"Y/N! How does that sound?"

She didn't react at all, but the name felt appropriate and just right for someone like her. Douma didn't mind that she wasn't at the talking stage yet. Her birthday should have been coming up soon, and it would be her first.

It was almost time to return to the Infinity Castle where his master awaited his return. Testing on her had proved to be interesting. Douma was shocked that she wasn't attracted to human flesh, but exposure to her blood was like acid. One demon had made the mistake of taking a sample, only to permanently lose three of his fingers.

He missed times like those where everything was easy and laid back. Unfortunately, he was a different person now. Y/N has softened him when she was a child, but after growing up, he resorted back to the same, childish nature.

Douma would hate if something ever happened to a pretty face like hers.