残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ━
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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 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐲 ⎡ 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍 ⎦
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Hours after Douma had taken (Y/N), and after Muzan had left her in the care of Akaza, the demon known as Hantengu who had accompanied Gyokko to the Swordsmiths' Village had finally been slain by the one known as Tanjiro Kamado. Of course, that wasn't the only bit of information that now flowed through Muzan's cells. He stood over the bodies of the woman he had been forced to call 'mother' and one of the maids whom he had fooled in the disguise of 'Toshikuni', a young boy with a rare disease where he couldn't traverse under the sun.
Yet, he held no care for such qualms anymore, a psychotic grin stretched across his lips in pure jubilation.
Kamado Nezuko...
A demon who has finally conquered the sun.
I will find her.
And I will devour her.
With no remorse, Muzan walked over the two bodies as if they were nothing which, to him, they were—mere useless vessels only designed for him to feed upon of slaughter. Not even his demons were much more useful, meaning he killed them easily whenever the situation called for it.
There was no exception.
Yet, even he knew that there was one.
Walking down the dark hall of the house, his steps slow and methodical as always, his teeth ground together at the thought of (Y/N). Though it was her sheer, overwhelming power which had attracted him to her in the first place, there was also something else that even he couldn't quite explain. He could see into her mind, see her memories and her thoughts, and most, if not all, would be enough to have her killed. The worst was probably the one memory she had of that Sun-Breathing Demon Slayer whom looked at her with affection.
It made his blood simmer with rage.
But still, he did not kill her.
While it was true he knew that killing her would be a mere waste of her potential, a deeper, more suppressed side of him knew that he just didn't want to because of what she made him feel. What he felt he could identify, so he chose to ignore it.
It was dark.
Oppressive.
Absolutely insatiable.
He could hardly stand it, so much so, that it felt as if his minds were corrupting.
"Nakime," Muzan uttered lowly.
At the strumming of her Biwa, Nakime transported Muzan back into his Infinity Fortress, tilting her head up so she could gaze at her master. She could sense that he was ill-content, so she steadied her fingers over the strings of her instrument, ready to carry out whichever order he so desired. Muzan stayed quiet, staring intensely at the tatami-matted floor as the gears of his mind turned.
