Marrying the last boss was not in my life plan.
𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔.
At the threat I could only stare at the demon lord in disbelief.
𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 �...
Muzan helped me out of the car, his smile never fading. Honestly, I wanted to slap it away as he never usual smiles. But I held back, unsure of what would happen if I did.
"Let's start with some shopping," Muzan said cheerfully, taking my hand and leading me into a bustling shopping district. I looked at my dress and shifted uncomfortably. "Too loose."
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We walked from store to store, Muzan picking out dresses for me with meticulous care. "This one will look perfect on you," he said, holding up a delicate blue dress.
I smiled weakly, "It's beautiful."
'I hate the color blue.'
He kissed my cheek, sending chills down my spine. The bad kind. "I knew you'd like it," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. My skin crawled, but I forced a smile.
As we continued, he kissed my hands and cheeks constantly. "You're my princess," he whispered, and I shivered involuntarily. I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling.
'Yeah? First time hearing that.'
Eventually, we went to see a play. As we sat down, the curtains opened, and I gasped. It was about me. The story depicted my life, or rather, a twisted version of it.
How I was born from the desires of a god to a human, seduced by a demon lord, and we had a child. In the end, I died in a grotesque manner, and the audience cheered.
"There's at least a hundred things wrong with this," I muttered, sweat-dropping. Muzan took my hand, and I looked at him. He leaned in and kissed me. I let him, even though it felt wrong.
In reality, it wasn't that good, and his sweet and loving demeanor made it even creepier. His personality was completely different from what I knew.
"You did enjoy the play, didn't you?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.
"Uh, yes... it was... interesting," I replied hesitantly. "Good," he said softly, caressing my cheek. "You mean everything to me." I forced a smile. "Thank you, Muzan."
"I love you, Miyuki. More than anything." He leaned in closer, his breath warm on my skin.
"I... love you too," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Inside, I was screaming. This version of him, so affectionate and caring, was unsettling.
Muzan leaned in again, cupping my cheeks, his kiss almost making my heart race. It was then I realized I was dreaming, I had to wake up from this. Desperately, I searched for a way out.
"Miyuki... my child..." A strong wind blew, and an image of Amaterasu appeared before me. I tried to pull away from the kiss, but Muzan didn't relent, kissing me gently.
'I'm melting.'
"Take up your sword. There's something you must cut," she said, and with another gust of wind, she disappeared.
