Renascence (M.K)

三十五

The night in Yoshiwara was colder than ever.

The faint blinking of the red and yellow lanterns, hanging outside on each brothel houses, were swaying caused by the weak blowing of the wind. The rain soaked the cobblestone of the backstreet alley whilst Muzan walked through the city streets with light footsteps.

His white fedora made his eyes partly exposed to anyone who dared to dart their gaze on him. The refined nose of his countenance, The thin corner of his pale inviting lips, The austere contours of his face all can make an individual discerned that they were seeing a handsome god.

His middle-length ink wavy hair was mussed on the side of his fair face, concealing the expression that was bared in the bottom of his murderous eyes. 

 His worn gothic victorian frock coat was marked in parallel to his attired dark waistcoat suit vest immediately gives an aura that he belonged to the richly apparelled men.

He blasely inserted his right hand inside the pocket of his black skinny trousers as he languidly glanced to his left. His apathetic face cast a cold facade when his gaze spied the two lowly couples intensely canoodling on the dim area of the empty backstreet alley. 

Moans were emitted from the pair as their actions were turning gross into the eyes of Muzan, causing the male preeminent demon to slightly knit his brows with disgust. For the swift period, he caught a glimpse of the filthy action, Muzan did not hesitate to transform his hand into a dark-red mass with a featured sharp-toothed wide mouth.

 With magnified speed, He began to extend his forearm and shapeshift his hand into several monstrous jaws. The demonic mouth on his hand hungrily devoured the head of the oiran who beforehand was busy making out with his male client.

Muzan's monstrous hand tore out the head of the woman. Instantly, The gush of fresh blood sprayed out and coated the brick walls of the alleyway. Warm blood was sprinkled on the horrified face of the man whilst his gaping mouth twitched with immense terror after witnessing the gory scene before his eyes.

He can feel his entire body quivering with tremendous fright, His once upright knees were wobbling in motion acting as if his strength was wholly seeped out from within him. The forsaken corpse of the oiran was hardly slumped on the ground whilst the blood continues to ooze out from her massive ripped flesh.

The man was left frozen on his stance, his eyes grew from stupefaction whilst his fingers were fidgeting in demeanour.

He shakingly turned his head towards the man who caused the savage crime and the pools of her dreadful eyes were immediately locked against the blazing plum red eyes of Muzan.

When he caught sight of those paired red irises, The sole thing that he was instantly reminded of was the gates of hell deliberately dragging him down to the pits of the hellfire.

'A.. D-Demon.' The man madly thought.

He can feel the gradual loss of his sanity. He fell on his rump as he desperately clambered backwards away from Muzan who was icily flashing a glare at him.

Muzan remained indifferent whilst he stood a few meters away from him with a reserved expression of his eyes that can kill with no remorse.

Muzan looked down at the mortal with repugnance. He slowly sauntered towards his prey as he removed his pair of black leather gloves on his hands in an idle manner. 

He apathetically threw it away and resumed to walk closer to his shuddering male victim.

With his other bare hand, he cracks his knuckles until his dignified presence is already near the human.