#sunhated

Who let in this..... wet animal

The  moon  floundered  next  to  the  sun.   Day  after  day,  night  after night...  Every  ounce  of  his  blood,  sweat,  and  tears  amounted  to  nothing.   No  matter  how  hard  he  tried,  even  he  was  unable  to  utilize  the  breath  of  the  sun.   How  their  judgemental  eyes  scanned  over  him  and  his  failures  to  compare  to  the  younger  twin.   Truly,  they  all  thought  of  him  less...   They  would  always  compare  him  to  his  brother.

Who  were  they  to  judge  him  anyways...

An  audience  with  demon  king  was  not  the  place  a  slayer  would  want  to  find  themselves  in.  Yet,  he  stood  before  him  here-   Basked  in  the  light  of  the  moon  behind  them.   Anger  seeped  through  his  bones,  hatred  and  jealousy  nested  deep  in  his  heart.   Not  for  the  demon, but  for  the  man  who'd  been  born  at his side... the  slayers  giving  him  nothing  but  judgement  and  scorn  for  his  lack  of  abilities  next  to  Yoriichi's...

He  would  find  strength,  no  matter  the  cost.

A  tone  with  sweetness  like  honey  and  a  consistency  of  venom.   It  seemed  almost  foreign  to  what  was  expected.   If  he  were  expecting  any  resistance  from  the  slayer,  he  was  sorely  mistaken.   Hands  do  not  come  close  to  his  blade,  refusing  the  first  draw.  He  had  no  desire  to  pointlessly  end  his  life  in  a  fight.   No,  he  welcomed  their  conversation.

Ah, right on time it seems. Muzan welcomes the familiar little fool to his study. The demon king sits across the desk, his hands neatly folded beneath his chin. He leans closer, wearing a smile that seems a little bit too kind settles on his lips.

He hums pensively for a few moments before he graces Nikolai with a little snort. That one got him. At the very least enough to put him in a very good mood.

"Not bad at all... You seem to be fond of amusing me, do you see it as some sort of challenge? Or are you just masochistic?"

AH~! He FINALLY got the guy! He at LEAST got a little snort and a smile! That's what Nikolai had been seeking all this time. And now he can finally die in peace. Though, he wasn't going to die anytime soon-- but still! It was VERY fulfilling to make the demon king amused!

"I'm a CLOWN~! My whole shtick is to entertain and amuse people~! I wanted to make you amused by ONE joke~! And now that I have finally done that, I feel stuffed~!"

"Oh no, I'm no masochist, that that I don't MIND pain, I'm just usually the one taking joy in harming others~! I'm 100% a sadist~!" Though he'd still feel guilt when he tortured someone, but it was so much fun~!

❝ There were whispers that you were freed from slumber. ❞ Sesshomaru stops in his tracks, gaze turned to face the demon that now appeared before him. ❝ My father's fang was supposed to ensure that you stayed silent forever. I can only assume someone freed you. If it is revenge you seek, my father is dead. You'll have to settle for the legacy he left behind. This time, I'll finish the deed by my own hand. ❞

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❝ Me? Oh. ❞ As if snapped out of deep thought; boyish glee returns quickly on the prophet's visage. Palms clasp under his chin with a purr. ❝ Ah, I'm so flattered you'd like to have this conversation with me, Muzan-sama! ❞ Prisms gleam behind those batting lashes.

Ironically enough, he doesn't dream. He cannot remember himself ever waking up from one.

❝ I'm not much of a dreamer myself, but— well, I've listened to a lot of people's. And from that I've come to think, maybe they do actually. ❞ Which is the more fitting response, for a pious man such as he — but he knows it won't suffice. For a human, maybe. Maybe even that laconic reply that's almost more cryptic than the question itself would be enough for their feeble minds. But for the God?

No, a godly pursuit is laden with truth and purpose; in his infinite wisdom, Master sought the prodigal one out to hear a reason. He is, after all, a man of science! And Dōma one of faith — and those two so rarely meet in the outside world, but when they do... oh, that's when the stars will be discovered—- ... He notices that strange look on Master's porcelain features, then. Oh. He must have lost himself in the warm plum of his eyes there for a moment. It's where the whole world rests, after all. Everyone knows Upper Two is a bootlicker devout demon.

❝ Excuse me, huh-- What I meant to say is, I've heard many humans assign meaning to their dreams. I think every dream can be interpreted in different ways, though. But I find it funny; when I ask them to ponder over the meaning of their dreams, it's like they all already know the answer. So, is it a deeper meaning, what we're talking about, or an undisclosed desire, I wonder... ❞ His eyes roll with a mock swoon, fingers painting an aimless stroke in the air between them. The undertone of misanthropy lingers, though it shouldn't be news for Muzan. If Upper Two's incapacity for emotion was lifted for a sole exception; it would be his hatred for the very same people he claims to save.

❝ And, you know, it's a little odd sometimes. They believe in that meaning so deeply, that it ends up manifesting. Because, if they take the dream to mean 'never climb another mountain' they sell their family fortune and move to the valley. What do you know, dreams do come true! ❞ There's a cheeky snicker at that. But he mellows right away, sobering up; the honeyed cadence inviting as ever.