#demonartprogenitor

There had been people she remembers waking up with. They had been smarter than her (or maybe just more impatient) and had wandered ahead of her to begin maze-ing in and out of the white halls.

Her eyes catch in half reflections of the windows she passes, along the cells, to see she had been changed out of her usual attire. Equally sterile clothes to match the environment were on her- but they hadn't been brave, or foolish, enough to take the wooden sword from her hand.

It doesn't stop her from coming to a slow and steady stop to one of the final cells on this side of the ..station? If they could call it that even. The lights that throb and paint the long corridors in red also bathe her and the young man (teen?) in front of her. The whirling probably nausea inducing for those who were sensitive to such, but in the breathes of silence between the wailing sirens that accompanied the red, it felt familiar.

She wonders if the guy in front of her whom hadn't been startled into action felt the same way.

"Master Muzan!" A familiar voice calls out toward the misplaced demon lord.

This place was overwhelming. Far more people than Akaza had seen in a long, long time, and none of the quiet peace he had reached for in the end. The last thing he remembered was the castle, the battle, the gentle touch of a hand to his cheek...

There's a twinge that draws him into the twisting spaces of the woods around the Cotes Ward, towards the homes. He's lingering in the shadows of this place before he finds the source of that insistent pull in the familiar face of the lord of the Upper Moons.

Akaza might not have a sense of awe for Muzan, but there is enough there to know he is still at a disadvantage against him.

Nanami had decided to head to another district, to pick up some Mediterranean ingredients. The summer had made him think of his family vacation in India, so he had decided to pick up something for a new recipe.

He bought some of the curry powder to prepare with chicken, and he headed for the exit. He heard something quite loud from outside, and he exited.

The fireworks had started for the evening, and people were exiting to watch the sky. The street had gathered as people started going to find a spot to watch them, and Nanami huffed through his nose.

Really, it was his fault for waiting for such a late hour, but he'd been planning on spending tomorrow cooking, and picking up something on the way back to his Ward. How annoying.

He turned to his left, to see another man with the exact same expression on his face that Nanami felt, carrying a single grocery bag.

"Excuse me, monsieur, but is this seat taken?" Vivianne finds herself asking a very well-dressed individual.

"If not, may I join you? I promise my companion will not bother you." The companion in question, a small, brown fox-cat, gives a soft "vui!" as a vocalization. As if to agree with its owner.

"T-this...this is all free..! Did you know?" Sam was holding up two kebabs full of marinated meat wrapped in bacon. This was amazing to him. Free food? Given out by strangers? It seemed so impossible to him.

If he wasn't so distracted by how delicious the food was, he might've noticed the strange aura coming off of the person he'd been speaking to.

Douma's limbs felt heavy, having stalked his way back into the Black Fens and approaching the shared home between his master and the other demons. His feelings were still twisting tightly within his chest and stomach, a nauseating sensation that had him pausing within those hallways to lean himself against the wall.

He wanted to stay there, to sink down and let the numbness take over until this passed.

Why was he in so much pain, yet none of the blood that coated his form belonged to him? Douma hadn't sustained a single injury, yet he had never felt something so agonizing before.

Somehow, he persisted. Finding himself outside of the lab before sliding the door open.

A rage room.

In SPACE!

Retirement was looking pretty good with this in the cards. He gets into the little pod. Instructed on how to steer it around the field, and off he is sent into the space to crash into things.

"Hah! Looks like another has joined me!"

He cruises over to the other pod to introduce himself.