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➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting said o...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑰𝑿 」 𝐃 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐌 𝐒
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(Y/N) cursed to herself.
It was filled with anger, frustration, and for the first time since she had faced a demon, a bit of disbelief. But it wasn't because of Enmu or his power that was easily lacking compared to hers, it was the fact that his Blood Demon Art, previously unknown, was capable of manipulating and psychologically attacking whoever was out under it.
Namely Sanemi and Muichiro.
They hadn't protected themselves in time when Enmu spoke out murmurs of sleep to them.
And so they fell over, unconscious.
But in their dreams, they screamed and thrashed around and looked as if whatever they were experiencing was one of agonizing pain. At first, it wasn't bad at all—they were calm, peaceful even—but such sweet dreams couldn't last long.
"Release them!" (Y/N) growled toward Enmu as she slashed her sword down, he merely acrobatically and expertly dodging her blade.
"I. Don't. Want. To," he hummed in answer.
She seethed.
She knew that the only reason she wasn't even asleep at all was because Enmu had decided to deal with the other two before her, declaring that he wanted to save her for last on specific request from Muzan. What was more, the smoke and fire from her explosions blinded him partially, so she was also able to escape his nightmares from that as well. But if he kept dodging her and denying her of waking up the two Slayers, she feared they would die.
All Arts did so.
And she believed this one was no different.
"To be entirely honest with you, Hashira," Enmu cooed from the top of a tree where he perched, wishing to know her real name since he had already introduced himself. "I can see why Muzan-sama has grown intrigued by you, albeit slightly."
She didn't know why, but she felt offended.
"Tell me, what is your name?"
"You do not deserve to know such a fact."
"Oh, you wound me," he snickered with the tips of his fingers placed to his lips, his eyes slit with pure delight. "Well, just to be in your presence... to see such beautiful explosions... it's an honor. Muzan-sama doesn't want your head, surprisingly, but you entirely to be brought to him! It's known all over that he wants you. I wonder... what kind of impression did you make on him? Maybe the strength of your mind? Ah... your mind is so strong... I can't wait to thoroughly break it!"
