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 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎡ 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ⎦
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"Oh, my!" Douma gasped as his gaze found (Y/N), his grin arcing up the sides of his cheeks in a way that practically split his face. "What have we here? What have you done to my (Y/N)-chan?"
"Who are you?" Kokushibo demanded as eloquently as he could despite the rage that was building within him.
Akaza and Gyutaro grit their teeth at (Y/N)'s different appearance whilst Enmu's eyes narrowed in intrigue. Douma and Kokushibo fell silent as they waited for the one-within-(Y/N)'s-body's answer, all demons however knowing that whatever response they were given they would despise with every fiber of their being.
"I am Tsukuyomi, god of the moon," Tsukuyomi introduced himself. "Divine punishment has finally come to wrought itself against you. You will die. There is no force in Heaven or on Earth that will change that."
"Get out of (Y/N)'s body," Akaza spat out as his fists clenched tightly, his eyes crazed with a psychotic obsession.
"I'll kill you, I'll KILL you," Gyutaro rasped, scratching incessantly at his neck. "You can't take her away from me... never..."
"How unpleasant..." Enmu muttered
"Get rid of this imposter," Muzan commanded of his liege of demons as he turned his back to them, his eyes wide with pure, unadulterated rage that spurred on veins to crawl along his face and muscles from how tense he was. "That wretched woman Tamayo's drug has left me starved—I am going to feed. Bring (Y/N) back before I return, or die. You're useless to me if you don't."
Tsukuyomi raised his hand, a blinding light building from his palm ready to shoot through Muzan's hearts until a blade cut through his arm, blood splattering to the ground whilst his hand landed with a thump. Immediately, the limb regrew, and he turned to spot Kokushibo kneeling only a few feet away from him, his sword clutched tightly in his hands whilst he breathed out deeply, his expression creased with hate.
"Leave," Kokushibo worded lowly.
"I cannot," Tsukuyomi stated, about to raise his hands again when he suddenly felt as if a vice had been placed around his body.
"What are you doing, (Y/N)-chan?" Douma muttered into Tsukuyomi's ear, his face completely void of any and all emotion save for his eyes that reflected nothing but an insane infatuation. "Why aren't you fighting against this bastard? Force him out of your body. Fight back. Fight back. You're already thinking you can leave me? Don't you know how long I've been waiting for someone like you? Someone that can make me feel? You'll never be able to escape me."
