Renascence (M.K)

二十

Known to be the most powerful progenitor of all the demons. The one and only pureblood who can turn thousands of men into his akin. His blood waves with magnificent dominion. He reigns the new world. Inferiors were pitiable, prostrating themselves before his sacred figure. He is being feared to death as the worlds continue to revolves around him and years continue to count, he remains ageless and invigoratingly, vying for more power.

He'd seen men and demon beseeching down on their knees whilst the fright reflect in their eyes. Lauded by other demons. No one comes before him. No one surpasses him and none dares to impugned a word to him. He made his enemy crawled back to him with their dreading hearts pounding loud and obnoxious.

He have the affinity for killing, especially humans. He can own anyone and anything he desires. He can slain anyone who opposes him. He thinks he was born likely perfect since the preceding years of his existence and sought to believe there is nothing needed to be change to himself but only his inability to walk in the sun.

The previous days had move to past. Months went to years, years turned to decades and decades turned into another era.

Muzan had seen it all, how the world resumed to endlessly recur whilst his life constantly march with the pace of the world's swivel. He had witnessed the humanities way of survival. Through the eras he had lived, he beholds the inevitable changes and development of the human culture. How he have discerned this once basic human's subsistence have gradually evolved from time after time.

Civilians turned more complex and with this matter, Muzan managed to adapt through the centuries. He had lived and blended himself to the crowd, concealing his real identity and indistinctly feeding himself among the people he had victimized.

He lose count the number of individuals he had converted to be one of his alike - affiliated demon. All of his inferiors were submerse with terror. He gives them an aura that arouses fear in their minds. Instilling them with more fear, making them put their words and thoughts carefully with regards for they are frightened of saying anything that can cause displeasure towards him.

He is their master and the founder.

The other demons never uttered his name, it shall never reach their tongues nor talk of his name behind his back in deep fear the moment they step on that boundary, Muzan will perceived it and sees it as a form of treachery.

Because of his descry superiority among the other demons, he felt no attachment to his henchmen solely using them and discarding them as disposable pawn.

The moment Muzan gives his missions he never tolerate failures whether the given task is a chore or life risking, it shall be done with perfection.

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1915 - Taisho Era

Humongous, Deep Forest

Early Midnight

Ryuta jumped from the huge branches of the trees. He was getting himself into nowhere as he continued to exert all of his effort to fasten his pace.

The last time he had fully fed himself ends up being a good substitute of replenishing back his strength despite that he have ran endless inside the dim thick forest.

He paused and crouched on the branch as he closed his amber eyes to site the uncalm scent of the humans not far from his own stance. It was disturbed, the group of human's scents lingering and mixing through the cold air in the east almost three kilometers away from him.