残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ━
( yandere kny x fem! reader )
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in Japan all the while trying to find her brother who...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ⎡ 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ⎦
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As soon as the sun dipped below the mountainside, bringing with its closure the twinkling night sky, (Y/N) felt a shudder run down her spine. Stiffening at the invading, disgusting feeling that ripped through her body cell by cell, she abruptly stood up, stretching her senses out in every direction to try and pinpoint the location of such a threat.
"Is something wrong?" Hotaru asked, pausing in his work on the sword.
"I'm not sure," she mumbled softly in a half-truth, not wanting to worry him more than necessary. "But... I should go check on everyone. Just to be sure. I'll be right back."
"Please," he uttered as he grasped her hand.
"...Of course," she smiled softly, giving his hand a small squeeze before drifting out the door.
Journeying through the nearby forest of the sword smiths' village, (Y/N) tried to comfort herself by telling herself that what she was sensing was nothing, and that it was all in her head. Unfortunately, even she knew that her words were nothing but lies, and that something—she didn't know what yet—was amiss. Such thoughts were only confirmed when a large crash arose in the air and shook the earth, the force loud enough to make her cover her ears. Her fingers trembled when screams and shouts containing pure terror resounded in a deafening symphony of agony.
Immediately, she ran forward.
No...
No, no, no!
Almost able to taste the metallic tint of blood that now stained the air, dry heaving at how disgusted she felt at that moment for enjoying it, a sharp peal of cruel laughter brought her out of her own self-guilt and revolt. Stopping short with a shaky breath, she caught sight of a beautiful ceramic pot sitting on the pathway with a demon sprouting from it. He was quite bizarre and grotesque in appearance, taking on the form of a pale white humanoid figure with no arms save for the almost toddler-like ones growing from his back. His face was even more distorted—large green mouths displaced the position of where one would expect eyes, his actual eyes being located vertically from one another on his face; one eye appearing in the constantly opened bottom mouth and the other seated at the center of his forehead.
She shuddered when looking into those eyes, for they belonged to Upper Five—the very demon Muzan had commanded her to defeat.
Gyokko...
How did he find this place?
And... I don't think he came here alone.
(Y/N) smelled the rot from the multiple bodies littering the mountain by then, and she could also sense another strong demon not too far away. If she had to guess, it was another Upper Moon, though she couldn't tell which one from this far away. She shoved the thought away, instead focusing on the one before her.
