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The Reckoning

Miyuki's POV

The morning light struggled to penetrate the closed blinds, casting the room in a dim, eerie twilight. 

"Ugh—fuck, I can't move." I awoke with a start, my body stiff and unresponsive, as if it had been hammered all night. Well, I was fucked all night until I lost consciousness. 

I tried to move, only to find my limbs betraying me. "Don't try too much, you need rest right now," a voice said calmly.

Across the room, sitting with an almost casual elegance, was Muzan Kibutsuji, my husband. His scarlet eyes were fixed on the pages of a book he held, seemingly aware of my distress. 

"You're awake," he said without looking up, his voice smooth and unnervingly calm. "Good."

"How long was I out?" I managed to rasp, tired and a bit annoyed. He finally glanced up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Merely four days at most, my dear."

I groaned, slumping back into the comfortable bed. I looked at myself, all cleaned up but the aftermath of the dance with the devil's marks still visible on my body. 

Summoning every ounce of strength, I spoke. "You're a psycho. A maniac, unfair bastard. A sadist, Lunatic, Mentally Unstable fucker!"

"Such harsh words for this gentle husband," Muzan's smile widened, and he let out a low, amused chuckle. 

"Gentle my ass!" I snapped angrily. "I pleaded for your mercy, but you savored every moment of my torment."

His smile widened even more. "Tell me, Wife, do you really believe insults will get you anywhere?" He closed the book with a soft thud and leaned forward, kissing my lips. 

"Since you seem to have this much energy, shall we go for another round?" he asked. I shook my head vigorously, completely terrified. "Give me a break," I pleaded.

He chuckled, kissing my lips again, this time more gently. "You're a fascinating creature, Miyuki So much fire, even after everything."

I glared at him, frustration and anger boiling inside me. "Why do you enjoy tormenting me so much?" I demanded, my voice shaking.

"It's not torment, my dear. I was just teasing." He caressed my cheek, his touch surprisingly tender.

100 Years Later

Over a century passed, a blink in Muzan's eternal existence, but an eternity for Miyuki. The villagers had grown increasingly restless, fearful of the monster in their midst. 

They whispered about the demon lord and his mortal bride, concocting plans to rid themselves of the darkness that overshadowed their lives.

Miyuki watched from a distance into chaos. Flames licked the night sky, the riot consuming everything in its path. 

She was caught in the maelstrom, the villagers' anger directed towards her, Muzan's human weakness.

"Miyuki!" Muzan's voice cut through the din, a desperate plea as he fought his way through the crowd.

I staggered, blood trickling down my temple as the villagers closed in. Their faces were twisted with hatred, their torches burning bright with misguided righteousness.

"Muzan..." I called out, my voice barely a whisper as I crumpled to the ground, the pain searing through me.

He reached me, cradling my broken body in his arms, his eyes wide with horror.

The Final Moments

"Miyuki, stay with me," he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Let me make you a demon, and we'll--"