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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 𝑭𝑰𝑭𝑻𝒀 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 」 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓
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"What do you want from me, Kibutsuji Muzan?" (Y/N) spoke lowly, sitting down with her katana laying beside her, having given up on attacking him since he used his power over his cells in her body to weaken her, being unable to kill him. "I assume you brought me here for a reason... that you turned me into a demon for a reason... correct?"
"You're a Hashira, are you not?" Muzan stared down at her like he usually did, pleased that she had finally accepted that she could never defeat him—at least not now that she was a demon. "That means obtaining you would make Ubuyashiki suffer."
She flinched.
Oya—
Her fingers curled into fists.
No.
He's no longer my Master.
Muzan noticed the shift in her, commenting, "It seems I was right in my observations. You are... different to Ubuyashiki compared to the other Hashira. He... cares for you more, is that it? Or is there another reason altogether?"
"What does it matter?" She snapped back. "I'd rather die than serve you."
"Then die," he smirked, knowing that she would have done so already if she were serious about the notion. "A demon that doesn't fear me nor fears death is of no use to me if they continue to disobey me. What's more, even if you die like this, it would still benefit me since it is a loss to Ubuyashiki. No matter what you do, I win."
Her brow twitched.
This little fucker... one day I will slice off his head and make him beg for fucking mercy.
Muzan frowned.
He had been noticing this before and had been brushing it off, but now it was too obvious to ignore. Whatever Tamayo had done to (Y/N) had made it so he could still affect her cells, but he could no longer telepathically see her thoughts or communicate with her. He was steadily losing control of her, and to let her slip from his grasp was a possibility that he did not want to come to light.
Before she could do anything, he was in front of her, stabbing his finger through her head.
He glared into her eyes.
"You are mine," he stated once more, watching as she convulsed with the sudden influx of his blood, her flesh rippling and contorting and then reforming, veins appearing and disappearing, her eyes bulging from her sockets as pain swept through her body. "You serve me. Your transformation was amusing, since you still retained your memories unlike most demons. But it was probably because of your strong hatred for us. I did not give you enough of my blood, and such an oversight is unacceptable. Once you have assimilated more of my blood, however, your memories will be gone because my hatred for you Demon Slayers is stronger, and has lasted for a millennia. You will awaken more powerful, and you will do nothing but heed my commands."
