#selfembodiment 01

The structures were... interesting. Styles he's never seen before from an era he's never been witness to. As overwhelming as it is, Muzan stayed in the shadows. The light couldn't reach this deeply, unfortunately it was also riddled with filth.

Creatures crawled along the walls just from the corner of his eyes. Humans watching him from the cracks of their boarded up windows. Despite the changes this island placed upon him, his senses were still sharp as ever.

Humans were nothing more than red dots behind these walls, heat signatures, nuggets of substance. Or at least he had thought so.

A human who had bumped passed him, attempting to pickpocket him for whatever was in his possession was used to as an experiment. There a portion of their body was torn free and eaten. The taste was... bland. Dissatisfying. The rest of the man was subjected to an injection with his blood.

The screams, as loud as they were, soon was a garbled mess as his cells overwrote the human cells. His flesh expanded before collapsing under the sudden weight, breaking and reforming his bones before death took him.

As it does, his body dissolves and fades away like a dream. Even the blood that was smeared across the demon lord's face was whisked away by some unseen force.

"Interesting. Now just to find out where they go..."

He trails off before he turned his head toward the deeper part of the alley where he stood.

The structure of the city was incredible as it was overwhelming. Trailing downward, opting for on foot than any other transportation allowed one to full take in the magnitude of the buildings that ground the clouds into a heavy fog.

According to the phone, the deepest part of the canyon was the worse place to be where the top held all the glitz and glamor of what he couldn't imagine to be grand enough for Dukes and Duchess and beyond. In time, he will venture up there as well, just to get a proper lay of the land, but for now his feet led him past the bright lights into the darker roots of the world.

What the phone failed to mention was that humans weren't the main ones running amuck.

"Was that... a flying rat?"

Said creature was trying it's best to flap it's too small feathery wings to lift itself from the ground. Which didn't make a lick of sense. It was oddly shaped for a rat with working fingers and a scaly tail. A small mismatch of creatures all within this-- thing.

A nasty little thing at that. Whatever it was gave off some horrible fumes that he couldn't quite place. Bitterness.

The vibes were rancid in any regard. Maybe some sort of Geass was at play? Maybe not. Until he can find a world map, he'll have to just keep in mind anything that can happen will happen in this world. He took several steps back only barely stopping short knocking into the stranger.

Cross caught a glimpse of it as it meandered around a dark corner of the underside's sprawling alleys. Frozen in the dim, dirty light, he thought what he saw to be a trick of the eye, a misconstruction by his mind amplified by his wariness of the environment -- but despite the way his shadow seemed to seethe at his heels, despite the way his isolation in this world deepened the darkness around him, the pulse of his brain behind his third eye attested the fact that he had seen holy beast in humanoid form. For a tense moment that passed like hours to him, he stood still, calculating how to approach this new information-- but when the acrid stench of blood reached him from around the corner the Kalyan disappeared to, he broke into a sprint without second thought, following the scent.

'It's happening again!'

Blackness folding over him in the alleyway, Cross skidded to a halt once he caught up to the Kalyan. Beneath the choked light and the darkness undulating with malice, its appearance seemed to metastasize in his mind, its image polluting from that of a god to its true form as a gnarled facsimile of an Earthling. He stole a glance down at its slain victim, the pool around the body telling him there was nothing left to save, and so he fixed his attention back on the humanoid life-form.

Sebastian sits at the table in front of this creature. While the stranger talks, teaching Sebastian how to play, golden eyes remain on the other. Mahito. That's what he said his name was. An interesting being, Mahito was. It's what drew Sebastian in. Not the game he was playing on his own before Sebastian took his seat, but his aura.

The city stretched out as far as he could see. Filled with all sorts of people milling about. All of them blatantly unfamiliar both to him and with him. Some staring at him with zero recognition. Seemingly not unaccustomed to seeing new faces just randomly appear.

For Dan Feng, it was a breath of fresh air. No Preceptors telling him who to talk to, what to say, where to go, or whether or not he should be seen. A welcomed taste of freedom. Though, it did not stop the paranoia. Like something else felt like it was missing aside from his hands being bare. He didn't like that one bit, immediately fishing for his gloves and tugging them on.

First course of action was figuring out where he was. So up to a random civilian he strided with the confidence of a leader. Head held high, even if these people didn't know his status, it was no reason to falter on his respectability.