Mirror of Misfortune

The freedom is a strange taste of something new to him, even if he's inclined to check in on the others.

They were trapped in a land with no escape, a second chance or something worse than hell itself was yet to be determined given the indifference this land had for it's denizens. Not to mention the lack of sustenance due to the humans here fading faster then they can be eaten. "What exactly did Douma tell you, I wouldn't what his flowery language to paint an overly positive image of our situation." He didn't want needless hope to be given when it was very clear this place was some kind of trap or in-between they didn't belong in.

"I do hope you get along with him!"

He didn't dislike Douma, not really. His usual way of life was just disappointing for a demon of his rank and caliber. Lazing around all day and being hand fed such low grade human flesh. He was capable of so much more, maybe not enough to surpass him but enough to truly be worthy of such a noble position bestowed upon him by their master. Though he'd proven himself quite useful today. Kokushibo was actually quite pleased with him despite the circumstances. "You have done well Douma, you have earned my praise. I did not think you capable of gathering such information in such little time."

Watching his volume, right.

"A flame hashira?" What could he want? Was he simply searching for companions or was there something else to man outside this late into the night? How curious indeed.

"Regardless! There seem to be some interesting types here in the Fibo ward, that's where I ended up meeting my friend, Mahito!"

The simple thought of having to speak to one who wasn't worthy of his presences made him sick, though he'd be using them he did not find interacting with the weak pleasant like Douma did. It was just one more thing for him to stomach to reclaim the abilities he'd rightfully toiled and fought so hard for. If Douma had any hint of emotion Kokushibo was certain he'd feel similarly.

"This is about all I can do right now, but as I understand, there's potential to get my other abilities back. I'm so delighted! I miss my little ice dolls we used to play with."

What a foul place this was, it was almost worse than hell at least then one would know what was was to be expected. The thought of having to talk to those seemingly lesser only to realize they were much stronger made the demon feel ill. To be no better than a human, helpless and weak. He would need to do everything in his power to regain his strength though. So perhaps Douma's friends would be pleasant enough to use for this.

"There's no other orders from me besides keeping your ear to the ground for now. Just because I was the last to arrive doesn't mean there won't be others coming here."

Kokushibo hadn't even considered the others may appear. Their Master? Of course he'd show up eventually for it was his cells that turned them to demons but the other upper moons? Having showed up shortly after Douma he would've assumed they would arrive in order of their deaths but now he was wondering if the timing of such even mattered let alone if one had to die to be ripped into this place.

"As for my following, I have a few people in mind. I've mostly been making allies where I could considering that's how you seem to get your powers back! I recently was able to obtain some of my abilities, but it's quite harmless."

"Douma, what abilities do you retain from our Master?" Though he knew not what abilities exactly had been stripped from himself Upper One knew his demonic strength and speed had been taken from him at the very least. And judging by the wooden sword he awoke with it was more than likely that had been robbed from him as well.

"Kokushibo... A full report of everything you know. Now."

A small pause to let the words take hold before he continued, "Our demonic powers seem to only be returnable by these beings through getting to know and speaking with the other denizens of this strange island. Eating other beings has proved useless, though I myself have not consumed many Douma had access to humans and has not become stronger because of it." He sighed, feeling as though even now he'd had too little to prove worthy of his master's presence. He should've spoken to more people and asked more questions but this was all he could provide during this time, even if it felt like nothing at all to him. "Other than that there are four wards of which other folks live in this place, you and I are within the same ward and Douma is in another." Bowing his head yet again to his master he awaited a reprimand or more questions. Waking up in a new world like this was not easy, and he could only imagine the inner turmoil of his master who stood before him.

"Come, come with me! I can show you to my home in Fibbonacci, I've made a few friends there as well I would like you to meet."

"How did you acquire a home in just a month? Did you steal it? Or have you already started rebuilding your cult?" He wouldn't be terribly surprised if the demon had already started to rebuild he did have an uncanny fondness for the humans he kept. Each one like a cherished pet, or a prized animal. Even if he treated them as such the care and kindness he chose was oddly endearing in it's own way.

"A shame you were put so far away, I would have arrived sooner if I didn't have to cross the wards."

"Alright then. What do you mean by so far away? I feel like it wasn't very long I've been in this place before you approached me." An amused huff escaping him as he watched the other demon struggle to contain his excitement. "And perhaps I could visit you, I have no desire to interact with any more people today. They are not quite right I've noticed, and not particularly filling either."

"Do you remember me?"

"Where is Lord Muzan? I have been robbed of my senses and can't seem to find him."