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A new sensation that he had not been told about, but it was to be expected. This was a collection of beings, born into the world from the endless well of power that was the gracious and wise oni king, that had bestowed upon them, power. But more than that, so much more than that.

It was something that others could not understand.

How could they, when they had no idea what it was like. To have your life slip through your fingers and to have one and all around you merely roll their eyes at you, tell you this is life, this is the way, there is nothing that can be done, make peace, make amends, enjoy the time you have, live your life as well as can be and die with your head held high.

Death.

The final slap to the face of someone who did not wish for it. Has he ever once lived a single day within his life, for himself? Had he done anything, ever for himself in his life? No, it had always been for the actions and needs of those around him, he did what they wanted always and the first time in his life, it was right at the end of it, when he had finally had the chance to do something he wished to do.

As he kneeled before the oni king and offered his life to him.

This was the thing others did not understand. They call him a traitor. Treachery, betrayer, scum of the earth, just words to him at this point. He did what he had to do, he saw someone who wished to offer him a means to an end, a second chance and he has taken it, who else had the right to judge him. This was the land of blood and tears. Killing was within there culture, as well as treachery, honour flipped flopped so often, that none even knew what it means, honour in yourself and honour in the one you serve, if the one you serve is weak, why serve them.

He was serving a literal god now, how can anyone understand.

“I felt it.”

As he stood there for the moment. Coming to his aid was what he had to do, to cross the country to find him as quickly as possible and shield him from humans and demons. He was vulnerable and weak. It would not take anything from anyone at all, to find him like this and finish what the sun breather had started.

How his cells had went into a frenzy, how his blood had boiled within him, how he had fallen onto his hands and knees and almost threw up, the level of blood his master had given him, had linked them stronger than anyone and everyone else, what his master felt, he had felt and he knew there and then, his master was in danger. It had nothing to do with his own life, if his master died, he died, hardly. It would be failure and nothing more, if the man who saved his life, turned around and got harmed and he was not there to aid and protect him as was his purpose.

“A testament to your strength my lord, as well as your power.”

He stepped forward, and looked around the area where it happened, where his master had fought the sun breather, how his master had to destroy his own body and lose a thousand pieces of himself, with so little being able to get away from them, as he adjusted the small bundle within his arms, moving it up a little bit and keeping the silk blanket over him to protect him. He was so small, so much of him had been destroyed, nothing more than an infant as he was now, and others would kill him right here, right now, but he would not.

“There is no trace of him, I cannot pick up his scent or his presence.” A look around, there was nothing there, as if the sun breather, was a part of nature, he could only smell the bushes, the grass, the dirt, the animals. Nothing. “And she has fled as well.” The traitor, humorous. A traitor calling a traitor out on there actions, but there was a difference. He never believed within the demon slayers, never bought into it, never cared, but with the demon king, he believed in his power, his vision, his goals and when you have someone who can inspire you and place some feelings of worth within you, that meant a great deal.

“He will be executed for his failure, but …” As he glanced down. “ A child rules them now my lord, sort heart, weak orders. He will spare him, banishment.” Still works in their favour. “As for her, gone into hiding, her blood art has erased all trace of her.” As he scanned the area once more, and walked forward over the spot once more where his master had been cut down as he could not see, any of his blood that fell under the bushes or the tress, no pieces of him remained, they had all been destroyed.

“My concern is for you, my lord.” Commands are commands, but like this, he could not leave him alone, as he kept him close, holding him up and moving the sheet from his head a little but to let him see that it was safe.

“For now, they are not a threat.”

Was it even worth it? Could she even bare it? Was this fate worse than death?

Standing before the Lord of all demons, Naomi found herself riddled with a barrage of overwhelming emotions. The Upper and Lower Moons would’ve either fawned in respect or fell into a fit of uncontrollable tremors. She’s witnessed time and time again how fragile such formidable colleagues would be reduced to in the presence of a God. Observing the floor rattle as knees plummeted to the ground, the sound of panting or bated breath as their nervous system went haywire, the popping of veins and crackling of bones as Muzan glared down at his trustworthy minions.

One did not have to be blind to acknowledge the intense atmosphere of trepidation and maddened respect.

Muzan was good enough with hiding things, that not even Kiyo could tell something was off by his voice. Golden eyes bright, the demoness turned around to see her Father ... and the only hint that he was perturbed? Was the vein popping on his temple. Immediately freezing, her hands slowly brought the cup of tea to her lips, really wishing she had something more to hide behind than just an itty bitty cup she was using as an excuse to stall.

"Uuuuhhhmmmm..." drawing it out as long as possible, Kiyo knew she was walking an awfully fine line right now. "Today? Surpriiiiiiise-" the final word lacked a whole lot of enthusiasm, putting the cup down. "I was going to tell you, I swear, I just didn't expect it to actually ... happen ..." grimacing, she reached up to delicately scratch at the side of her nose.

"I mean, she's not really a pet ... my pets I keep locked up, this one is free, more or less ... I'm rather fond of her so far... and she's extremely useful to us. Get this-" oh she hoped her father would hear her out.

"The hashira is the head of intelligence ... which means she knows a lot of things that would give us the upper hand if I can just get it out of her... she trusts me already, I've got the in... I just have to use it wisely.." except ... she liked Astra a lot ... a lot a lot.

          @calamxty​​  said :   ( cuddle ) : receiver crawls into bed with injured sender to hold them //soff lets giv them soff          [  meme  //  accepting.  ]

          he has been trying.     the holy one is unaccustomed to truly doing as muzan wants,  but he’s learned to listen,  to move like water around and through his master’s words,  to heed them as others heed his own.     douma was not made to serve,  but he’s discovering that  it has its perks.     and  great sex  is only one of them          kibutsuji-sama listens to him now,  and sometimes even takes his advice ;   and there’s a  fond look  in those vermilion eyes that the divine never thought he would see aimed in his direction.     it could almost set his heart beating again.     and why shouldn’t it?     it is,  after all,  muzan’s heart in the first place.

          he’s immediately aware that something is wrong when he wakes in a room that is not his own.     his master’s private quarters :   the holy one has only been here a couple times before.     the light is dim and alluring,  but douma knows he has been summoned here for something other than sex          he feels a sense of  dread  course through him,  the most powerful emotion he’s felt in years.     he approaches kibutsuji-sama’s bedside with concerned reverence only to find his master looking not unlike  a corpse,  gaunt and shuddering and almost  pathetic          if the demon king could ever be called such a thing.     he reaches out a trembling hand and douma immediately takes it,  sliding beneath the heavy blankets and hoping his chilly flesh is some comfort to his master.

          for once,  upper two doesn’t know how to help.     the space in his chest where his heart should be  aches.

                    ❝           master-... what  can  i  do? ❞

Don’t be shy, say some more 😊

how much time had passed since that very day?  he’d lost track, it didn’t really matter to him anyways. if his day was not spent training with the upper moon he was designated with, then it was spent almost in a daze. whatever occurred would go by unmarked in his memory--  it wasn’t worth caring for anyways.  the lives that were lost at his hand were expendable,  they weren’t of value beyond fodder.  just like those slayers who stood in front of him,  they were hardly worth even dying at his blade.  they mocked the child demon,  assuming him inferior to them.  yet when they begged for their lives, there was no hesitation.  they should have known their place.

walking through the fog that rolled through, his surroundings would alter. no longer within the outskirts of a small town but the elaborate & everchanging halls of the castle.  the strum of the biwa would shuffle him around once more, setting him before the demon king.  moving, he would kneel before him-- his head lowered

@calamxty​   //     (   unprompted  →   accepting   )   ❝Here -- show me what you're doing with this poison? I'll allow you to use my lab. I'm quite interested in it.❞ //for demon!shinobu <3 

Her heart nearly bursts from her chest, her body almost separating from her skin as the Lord’s cool voice echo’s from behind. It is only a split second, but one that certainly wouldn’t go unmissed. So involved in her work and an aura of fear that clung to him. But as always, she is quick to regain her stature. Gathering herself just as quickly as she’d lost it. Offering a small sigh as she turns just so lightly on her heel.

@calamxty​ inquired: (For Tamayo) (if this is too familiar, pls let me know and i'll send another one)|| Muzan held out a delicately-carved hair comb, it's white wood shining in the soft moon's light. Woodcarving had been something he'd taken up--a way to stave off the boredom of traveling, slaughtering humans and researching. He'd gotten rather good at it. "For you to wear in your hair. I think the contrast will be the same as how the moon looks against the dark of the night sky. "He gently tilted her head and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Your hair is getting long again. It suits you."

Unprompted—Always Accepting!!

The comb was quite beautiful... Tamayo found herself gazing at the gorgeous accessory for a moment before lavender orbs turned to the man. At first, she thought he was merely showing her what he had created. Maybe years ago she would have been trying to figure out what his “goal” was, but she had since given up trying to piece him together. Muzan Kibitsuji was an enigma... Tamayo has grown tired of trying to figure out his motives and instead just accepted them as they were.

“This is...for me?” But it was so beautiful... Far too beautiful for the likes of her. And he made this by hand.?? No matter how many times he did it, Tamayo was always surprised when the man gave her a gift. Going from despising his very existence to somehow tolerating it--no, not quite, it was different than that--was a drastic change and one that startled her every time she was reminded of it. “I...thank you,” she told him as she took the comb. The way his cold fingers ever so delicately brushed away a strand of hair from her face... It almost felt refreshing.