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 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⎡ 𝑺𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⎦
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"It is finally time," Muzan announced to his Upper Moons plus Enmu, able to feel the presence of hundreds of other lower demons that he had summoned to the Fortress as well. "Tonight is when Ubuyashiki's rotten Corps are demolished by my hand. But, he is crafty, so be prepared for whatever he's planned."
"Understood, Muzan-sama," Kokushibo assented with a brief nod, as did all the other Upper Moons.
"Fight until you win or die," he stated, his authoritative tone drilling deeply into every single bone of their bodies. "That is what you are here to do—to serve me and my will. Anything other than that is weakness that will be eradicated." Looking towards (Y/N), he snapped his fingers before pointing to a spot beside him, continuing, "Come here.Now."
Mutely, she did as he asked.
And with a twang of Nakime's Biwa, they were gone.
Night had already descended upon the land as (Y/N) and Muzan walked silently through the forest towards the large wall surrounding Kagaya's once hidden manor, his dark jacket flowing in the wind to provide a stark contrast against his pressed white suit. The wooden gate creaked open as they entered, allowing the fog from the surrounding woods to infiltrate the space, almost as if preparing the path for a monster. Muzan's footsteps resounded through the space—long and clipped, bringing with him heightened tension.
After all, he was only there for one reason: the total destruction of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Almost as if not wanting to see what was about to unfold, the moon hid itself behind a dark rolling cloud when Muzan finally stopped at the edge of the porch leading into the manor's main space. The sliding door was open, and there only a few feet inside lay a sickly Kagaya with Amane kneeling beside him. They had been waiting for him, as if they knew he would be coming.
"So... you're here," Kagaya murmured as he turned his head despite being blinded by his disease, bandages completely covering the upper portion of his face. "Nice to meet you... Kibutsuji Muzan."
"Well... you certainly look hideous, Ubuyashiki," Muzan greeted condescendingly with a rather dark and victorious smile.
His smile then waned as the silence dragged on.
"You finally came... to my home... right in front of me... Kibutsuji... Muzan—the demon my family... the Demon Slayer Corps... have been pursuing... for the last thousand years," Kagaya continued through ragged breaths, clearly in pain with each word. "Amane... what form... what shape... does this man have?"
