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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 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑵𝑬 」 𝐒 𝐇 𝐈 𝐅 𝐓
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"You really brought me back here, you motherfucker," (Y/N) trembled in rage as she stared up at the progenitor of demons, Muzan merely smiling down at her with that same pleased expression on his face. "The fuck do you want from me!? I'm no longer a Demon Slayer, so whatever use you had for me is pointless now!"
"You're a demon... that makes you mine," he stated, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "And that means you are of use to me whether you were a Demon Slayer or not."
Gyutaro cackled wickedly.
(Y/N) whipped her head around to where he was and strode forward with hatred blazing in her eyes, now only standing mere inches from him with a snarl on her lips. Gyutaro could tell that she loathed him, and while such a feeling sent thrills shooting up his spine, he could also feel Muzan's gaze burrowing itself into his skull. He had to staunch such feelings he felt around the girl if Muzan was around, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
"Upper Five, Gyutaro..." she muttered lowly, one of her hands tracing the curve of his kama's. "I despise you."
"Oh, really?"
"You're strong, crafty, destructive, manipulative... and a good fighter," she complimented him, watching as his eyes widened from her praises, having never before received such things, especially from a woman. "Such methods made you able to bring me here. Because of that... I am going to kill you. You'll let me do that, won't you, Gyutaro?"
Before he could even react, she grew a sword from her flesh and decapitated him.
His eyes widened.
As time seemed to slow down while his head dropped to the floor, he couldn't help but stare in awe at her visage: her (E/C) eyes highlighted in the darkness of her expression, the sheer bloodlust from her aura, the way her movements were precise and deadly, how calm and composed she seemed in the midst of her anger. Even though she had cut off his head, signaling that she was far stronger than him as a demon, all he felt was admiration.
He understood why Muzan wanted her.
He understood it very well.
"Well..." Muzan suddenly appeared behind her with his chest pressed to her back, feeling the way she stiffened against him as he ran his fingers down her blade of flesh. "...where were you hiding this little ability, (Y/N)?"
She jumped away, her stance rigid.
Deciding not to answer him, she ground her foot into the tatami flooring before launching herself forward, engaging in battle with Muzan and watching as his lips curved upward into a maniacal smile that graced even the red hues of his eyes. Even though she was able to draw his blood multiple times, something that not even the three upper echelon demons could do, he only continued to fight against her.
