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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱. Body slightly bruised due to the beatings he had received. The boy looked no older than five, though he was much older than that.
His legs convulsed slightly, reminiscing the night prior.
He wanted to die.
He remembered how those disgusting men pulled his legs until he felt as though the strings of his legs were broken, how they threw eels towards the poor boy that bit him. It was disgusting. Disgusting how they felt him up then took his remaining money. Disgusting how they crushed his face until he could only see white.
He doesn't think he can see anymore.
He doesn't think he wants to live.
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Muzan fumed. He felt his control over his pretty paramour waning. He knew it was all that woman's fault.
Oh he wishes he could rip her apart right there and then.
Few of the uppermoons shifted uncomfortably at their master— no. Lordship. Lordship's wrath.
They could never call him master. They were too lowly. Only the weak, blind demon could call him so.
Douma bit his bottom lip as he remembered how the older would call out to their lordship. He witnessed the sight beforehand once when he was going on a stroll through the infinity castle when he first became an upper ranked demon. He remembered thinking why such a weak looking demon was here. He remembered how his pretty, lightly hazy eyes would be lightly straining with a glossy finish, his lips trembling as he called onto his 'master'. What a sight to see...
Muzan's eyebrow twitched.
And in a blink, Douma's jaw area blew off.
"Filthy." He growled with a bravado fit for the tyrant. He stood tall with a straightened back, his western style suit bulging slightly as Muzan took a few deep breaths. "Disgusting bastard." He calmly stated, yet wrath could be heard and seen.
Akaza bowed more, preparing for the wrath that awaited.
"How dare you think about him you filthy bastard!" Douma's arms started to explode, yet all the rainbow-eyed man only smiled cheekily.
'Irritating', upper one thought before focusing on the task that was assigned to him.
This was going to be a trecherous wait.
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'Hm?' The demon thought as he felt a drastic change from the cold uncaring wind; as if warning him of danger. He paid it no mind, he looked up, tilting his head. "And you are?.." He asked, his soft voice unrestrained.
A pause.
As if the earth had paused too, the crickets started to silence and the winds stilled. It was like the earth bowed with respect towards the person in front of him.
How fascinating.
"I am the stone Hashira. I shall be your guardian for the time of your stay... Oē-san." As if hesitant to call out [Name]'s name, he almost stuttered, but paused his words instead.
The Hashira might have been hesitant to call his name because it humanizes him. And how shameful would it be to humanize a demon, akin to the age of the demon lord?
Yet despite all, Giyomei wasn't scared, more so curious and a tad bit wary.
"..."
"Pleased to meet you. Stone Hashira..."
HI LOSERSSS IM BACKKK (Only for a day)
Sorry for the sucky short ass chapter, I have a math test tmrr
Alien Stage 🔛🔝
I dread to write Giyomei and [Name]'s interactions man, they're blind as hell 🥲🥲
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON THE 29TH!!!
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