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𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 ; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 demon's plan

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𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖒 𝖎 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖉. It was possibly the safest place for Y/N to be in right now. If this void wasn't filled already with water, it would be with her own tears. She never in her life wanted to harm anybody. Luckily when she came to her senses, she called the ambulance and fled the scene. The strangest thing was that it wasn't Amai who done that.

It was Y/N, herself.

Before this madness, a taste of her blood would make her sick, yet, in that moment of need, Eiji's bloody essence was all she needed; to feel complete somehow. Y/N promised herself that will never happen again. But just what Gojo and Amai said: There's only a matter of time.

The girl came back in the present. It was late at night, most likely around midnight, in one finally familiar place: her bedroom. Y/N was wearing one of Eiji's old shirts over what seemed to be Amai's black leotard.

The girl sat up slowly only be pushed gently back down by a cold hand. She looked to the side to see Gojo with his hair down and wearing rounded black glasses instead of his blindfold. Gojo was the last person Y/N wanted to see right now, she felt so ashamed of herself already thinking of what he was going to say.

"I'm not mad, you know." He reassured as if he read her thoughts. Y/N moved her head to him. He went over to brush her braids away from her face, only for the girl to hide her head under the covers.

"Don't touch me." She warned, choking back her warm tears. "I'm a monster."

"In whose eyes?" The sorcerer asked, nonchalantly. He crossed his legs and led back on his chair. "Cause you're not in mine."

The young sorcerer hesitated, only revealing her eyes. "I'm not?"

"Never have been, never will be," Satoru calmed Y/N. She revealed her head from under the cover and sat up against the wall. She made averted eye contact from Gojo to her bent knees until she frowned at how usually quiet he was being.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Because you're not saying anything. I'm not gonna yell at you for taking the time to collect your thoughts." He explained which confused things even more.

She sat herself her whole body facing Satoru for this one. "You're being deadass right now?" He nodded.

"I killed somebody!" She raised her voice.
"I killed somebody!" He smiled as if that wasn't wrong, before back to his natural tone. "And no you didn't. The last-minute call you did, saved that man's life. However, he got cured by a sorcerer, but for your safety, his memory of you has been erased."

Well isn't that just unfortunate? Amai stated coldly.

Y/N rolled her eyes and jumped out of bed to face the demon herself in the mirror. The petty curse sat on herself on her side of Y/N's desk picking at her nails as her host yelled at her.

Satoru was surprised at Y/N sudden struck of anger, each day he felt like Y/N was becoming lesser and lesser like her previous self. Perhaps, her emotions were heightened by Amai. He walked towards Y/N and knocked her out with a single tap of her third eye and he held her in his arm.

"I know you're still there, Amai."

"Well, hello Satoru." Amai awoken from Y/N's body. She sat herself on Y/N's desk and crossed her legs and played with her host's braids.

Satoru smirked. "First name bases with a Belladonna. Charmed."

"As you should be." Amai boasted, with with her wink. "It's an honour to even be with thee belladonna, you know." The demon began messing with her host's hair, cringing at the fact she forgot to wear her bonnet.

"Let's get to the point. What are you doing to Y/N?" He questioned darkly. Amai chuckled at the realisation that his caring manner towards Y/N was genuine.

She replied simply with a smug smile and shrug. "What she wants me to do."

The demon pointed at the many magazines of pretty and famous models in scandalous outfits on the edge of the girl's desk. "And in return, I take over her body for my own dirty needs. The one and only Belladonna needs to regain her crown, you know."

"Thee Belladonna?" Gojo repeated, a little confused.

His expression made her laugh nastily at the thought of Aisuru. The Loving Despair Belladonna, Aisuru Zestubō. The name was given to the demon by the pure innocent presence she promised many of his victims, she wasn't as lust-loving as her sister, (she was more of a bottom than a top) nor did was she willing to kill her many ex-lovers. Her purity even caught the eye of Sukuna himself.

"Oh, you didn't know. I killed her."

no. O

the blonde was able to escape her death spot forgetting completely about the younger victim next to her. she didn't get far, thanks to a bloodthirsty musician putting her pins back in. the main three returned with the piece of paper and a lightning bolt-shaped knives.