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 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⎡ 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒍 ⎦
꧁꧂
"So... she has finally given in," Muzan murmured softly as he grabbed (Y/N)'s chin to force her to look up, his eyes roving over her emotionless mask of a face, her lips still stained with the crimson red of blood. "How utterly divine."
She merely looked at him blankly.
"It is as you commanded, Muzan-sama," Gyutaro uttered with a low bow.
"Excellent, Gyutaro," he mused, tapping a finger against (Y/N)'s chin whilst doing so. "I always knew you could do so much more without Daki holding you back."
Gyutaro froze.
It was as if a knife had pierced his heart.
However, he stayed silent, forcing himself to swallow down any reaction.
He had (Y/N) now.
Only (Y/N).
With that thought in mind, he backed away from Muzan to stand in line where the rest of the Upper Moons plus Enmu were, unaware of just how much that same mode of thinking was present in each of them. In each of their eyes—Kokushibo's, Douma's, and Akaza's—lay a once dormant impression that flourished into a twisted amalgamation of hunger that could not be quelled now that they had tasted the saccharine sweetness of its echelon.
In hindsight, it was irresistible.
"Now," Muzan uttered as he dropped his arm and laced his hands behind his back, his eyes thinning with absolute animosity. "Tomorrow is the night. If anything happens, Nakime will transport each of the Hashira and whoever else you can handle to you. The rest my lower demons can devour. Do you all understand?"
"Of course, Muzan-sama!" Douma saluted with a cheerful grin. "Oh, how I cannot wait to spill another Hashira's blood again!"
"We will heed your commands," Kokushibo answered lowly.
"Understood," Akaza nodded sharply.
"How wonderful!" Enmu clapped his hands together in delight.
"See to it that you do," Muzan announced coldly before disappearing at the twang of Nakime's Biwa to an undisclosed location, leaving the Upper Moons to their own devices.
Almost as soon as he had left, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, and Gyutaro were upon (Y/N) like ravenous wolves, glaring one another down with such malevolent hatred that it was almost surprising they didn't burst into flames right then and there. Tension crackled high in between them, for each had their own highly disturbing reasons for the ways that they felt.
