𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑. || 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮×𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

𝟎𝟎 || 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚

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'Why was I ever born..?'

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 hopelessly as his three pairs of eyes wandered his surroundings. There is nothing special here, so why even bother looking around? He's already seen it a million times before. Nothing special or new happened here.

The only thing he could see would be the pitch-black abyss above his tall, imposing figure as the burning flames heated the very ground he stood on. It's warm light illuminating the very pits of hell itself.

How long has it been since he was sent to such a miserable, desolate place?

How long has it been since he died?

How long will he remain here until he gets his desired rebirth?

No one knows, except for those above.

His brain played out joyful and sorrowful memories as he stood there silently, not a single word escaping his lips. Oh, how he really wanted to go back to those old times. How he missed them so much. His once cold, hardened heart couldn't take much more. (help i actually cringed out writing this part 😭)

And it saddened him greatly.

He once recalled a time in his childhood, where he would get punished by his abusive father for occasionally spending time with his brother. Where he trained himself in order to be the greatest samurai that has ever lived. In order to be remembered by the future generations that came after.

But he wasn't remembered. Just forgotten and unremembered instead. Nobody knew about him.

He was no hero. He turned into something the hero would end one day.

So he just stood there, waiting patiently. Waiting patiently for someone to give him the desired warmth. Not physically unlike the burning flames beneath his feet, but emotionally. Just like what his mother, brother, and comrades did to him.

But who on earth would do such a kind thing for a dead nobody like him?

Tears streamed beneath his eyes as he looked down in regret. It no longer mattered if he was showing a weak, vulnerable side of him. It was just him, his thoughts, and himself. No one is looking at him. Nobody was there to offer comfort to him, even if he needed it the most. If he were still a slayer, Ubuyashiki would've given him that. But where?

If only someone were to give him what he needed.

If only-

"SKRT!"

Suddenly he felt his vision go static. It was like as if the snow managed to temporarily block out parts of his vision. Wasn't he already dead? Though, he is in literal hell after all, could this possibly be his personal punishment?

It gave out a feeling of extreme discomfort, before he started to feel a sharp pain that began to spread throughout his entire body in but mere seconds.

It was worse than any other pain he had ever felt throughout all of his years living. No, somehow it was even worse than getting attacked by Sun Breathing and his transformation in order to become a demon combined.

His teeth gritted in response, showing his sharp fangs. This incredibly painful sensation made Kokushibou grasp his head with his hands as hard as he possibly could. His sharp nails tearing his flesh, making bloody craters in both sides of his head. He desperately attempted to stop the pain by using force alone, but it seemed to worsen and worsen every second.