"Pity me! Pity me!"

He did enjoy stories, the best ones were filled with treachery and blood being spilled. Of rumors of a demon terrorizing the land and caught, to be brought to justice for its crimes, humans and their imaginations .. demons .. where hardly real, nothing more than a story told to scare young children and those who are straying from the path, they believe in nonsense and nonsense leads to mistakes like this.

“You have been accused of a great many crimes, are you claiming this to be incorrect, that those who have captured you, are in the wrong and you are in the right?”

He remains there, staring down at this .. man. This was the great terror, this darkness, this evil that had scared the populace. A killer, and a brutal one at that as well. A liar as well, a thief, a piece of dirt under your hell, nothing other than scum in the eyes of humanity, and here he was, upon the last night of his worthless little life, still shifting around and trying to lay the blame on anyone else other than himself.

“A case of mistaken identity, a miscarriage of justice.” How very .. cruel.

That an innocent was to be killed, for the crimes of someone else. “You have given me, two names, in the space of mere seconds.” He could not help himself, he really could not, he allowed a chuckle to escape him as he would shake his head to the side.

“Come dawn, you will be dragged out to the courtyard and beheaded for the crimes you have .. been wrongly accused of. Fate has been taken from your hands.” As his crimson hues glance down to his hands. “They said, you have the hands of a demon …” Which was the reason why, he had come all the way here personally, to see such a man himself. 

… this was not what he expected.

Some shriveled up aged man, who was lying through his teeth, stammering and tripping over his word, desperation within his voice, for his time was truly slipping through his crimson stained hands, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“It would be wise, to tell me the truth .. your hands .. how many have they taken from this land.”

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How many he has taken from this land? Hantengū could not even count anymore. All he does is shiver, wail, and suffer. His wives, are dead. 7 at the least. His children, are dead. 10 at the least.

Hantengū has murdered at least 17 people in his 86 years of living.

A coward.

Just, A coward.

Hantengū throws himself at Muzans feet, trembles follow his pleading. An act of begging from a slubbergullion. He steals lives, and makes others pity him.

Alas.

He does nothing but play a fantasy.

"No..! Never! I have not taken anyone's life..." Tears continue to fall to the wood beneath, soaking into the floor. "I'm just a frail man! How could I even murder someone..!" Lies. A slurry of nonsense in order to escape his demise. The fear of death is the thing that makes him run. He is doomed to hell afterall, who wouldn't be scared of the great death? It surely wouldn't be a Shinigami who escorts him across the river.

It would be the devil itself.

Within a second, he did breakdown. His head hits the ground, various sobs and coughs coming from the dying lungs of a shell. "...Please! Please I beg of you do not let them kill me..! Yes.! Yes I killed them! I killed my wives and children but they mistreated me...! They deserved it! I do not deserve to go to hell! I do not wish to die!"

Hantengū is two faced.

He, is not just a coward.

He. Is smart.

His goal would be to murder everyone in the town. That was his only option. So he acts week the night before his execution in order to have everyone let their guards down.

The oni would strike.

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First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences for muses meeting for the first time. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I've heard good things about you."

"Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?"

"Do you always talk so much?"

"May I ask your advice on something?"

"I've not seen you here before. Who are you?"

"I like you. You're refreshingly direct."

"Need a hand?"

"I'm not like the others. I'm excited that you're here."

"Is this what they call love at first sight?"

"I've been introduced to everyone here except you."

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

"You are everything I thought you'd be."

"Oh, I know about you. I've checked you out."

"We've got to stop meeting like this."

"Would you like a drink?"

"Could you close the door, please? I'm not allowed to smoke in here."

"You've been telling people we work together, but I've never met you before."

"Is that your real name?"

"What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Can you believe his nerve?"

"What's your story? Why have you turned up here?"

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

"How do you know my name?"

"You know, you're exactly as I imagined you."

"What's your name? I might have heard of you."

"I don't mean to intrude, but you seem to have something weighing heavily on you."

"Have we met before?"

"You never asked me my name. That's not very polite."

"Are you the one that everyone speaks about?"

"Could you take a picture of me?"

*hantengu

⊱ ❛ Hantengū, we have been over this 2,034 times, no one deserves me. Especially since Sekido destroyed my garden, ❜

Shí narrowed her eyes.

"B-but Kamishi"