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"Something feels different. This is ain't the same Villain I fought before. No, something have changed... Who are you?"
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In this book, is a Reader Insert fanfic. Reader...
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Later that night, as the rain pounded against the windows of the Butterfly Mansion with a relentless fury.
As the rain lashed against the paper screens of Y/N's room, the sound of the downpour mingling with the soft, hiccuping sobs that wracked her slender frame, a sudden knock at the door startled her from her misery.
She sniffled, wiping her tear-stained cheeks with the back of her hand as she turned to face the intruder.
The shoji door slid open slowly, revealing the blond demon, Douma, his golden hair glinting in the dim candlelight of the hallway.
His eyes, a piercing rainbow color that seemed to see right through her, fell upon Y/N's disheveled form, taking in the way her kimono clung to her curves, the damp patches on the silk where her tears had fallen.
"Get out!" Y/N screamed, her voice hoarse and ragged from crying.
Douma noticed Muzan's form changing, from (H/c) hair color to black one. Even his eyes turning (E/c) before returning back to those Scarlet red eyes.
She scrambled to her feet, backing away from the door until her back hit the wall, the cold stone sending a chill through her body.
"I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you. Just leave me alone!" She yelled, her face still wet with tears.
But Douma did not leave. He stepped into the room, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft, ominous click.
His eyes never left Y/N's face, his gaze intense and unreadable as he advanced upon her slowly, deliberately.
"Muzan," He said, his voice a low, soothing murmur that sent a shiver down her spine.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" His tone was gentle, almost concerned, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something darker and more sinister that Y/N couldn't quite put her finger on.
"I'm not crying," Y/N snapped, her voice defensive even as fresh tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm just... I'm just tired. Exhausted from all of this, from being stuck in this... this nightmare." She gestured wildly to the room around her, to the opulent furnishings and the heavy rain that pounded against the screens.
Douma paused, his brows furrowing slightly as he studied Y/N's face, the way her lower lip trembled and her eyes shone with unshed tears.
He took another step closer, then another, until he stood mere inches from her, his tall, muscular frame looming over her smaller one.
