𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗿. || ᴋᴏᴋᴜsʜɪʙᴏᴜ/ᴍɪᴄʜɪᴋᴀᴛsᴜ×ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝟬𝟮 || ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ.

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❝𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ...
. . .
ᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ?❞

|| ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ★ 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗿. ★ ▄▀▄▀▄▀ ||

   𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 happening around him? One moment ago, he was suffering and writhing in pure agony due to the unexpected sharp pain he was feeling, and in the next he seemed to have awoken in a place he has never been familiar with.

There was no pitch-black abyss above his head, nor there weren't any burning flames beneath his feet. Instead there was a bright warm light radiating from some strange-looking  lamp, and he was also surrounded by multiple pieces of strange furniture as he looked around.

Where is he?

What are those?

And most importantly.. how did he get here?

There was no mention of him finally leaving hell. If he remembered correctly, he was having a terrible time before he arrived here, so was that how he managed to get here?

Is he free? 

Not very likely after all he's done.

Or did hell drive him mad?

Hmm, possibly.

Either way, he had absolutely no knowledge of how on earth he got here.

His deep purple eyes fluttered slowly, showing clear signs of waking up. He gazed at the ceiling for a few seconds as his lying figure slowly sat up from the ground, his giant muscular arms supporting his weight.

He felt something wet on his left lower cheek, and it was coming straight from his mouth. He fully sat up from the smooth flooring, his large hand wiped off the saliva off his cheek. Not caring he that if he accidentally touched his lower left eye.

Huh?

It was when he just realized, his lower left eye has seemed to have disappeared. It was simply like it was never even there in the first place. He soon tried to touch his other cheek with his right hand. It wasn't there either.

His eyes and mouth widened slightly at the shocking revelation. He then started to check if his upper eyes were still there, only to be met with something hairy above his eyelids.

What were those things called again...were they eyebrows? Yeah, that's the right term. It has been so, so long since he had those, that it was starting to feel incredibly strange.

His tongue promptly checked if he still had his sharp fangs, but they were already gone.

Did he transform into a human once more?

Maybe.

He tried to shapeshift back to his original form, but they didn't appear.

So he did become a human once more, after all these years, decades, centuries.

That was what he once thought until he noticed a small plush toy in her hands that looked just like him when he was a demon. The six eyes, kimono, hair...