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Muzan clutched the large gash in his stomach as blood leaked from his mouth like a waterfall. His hair was messy, his attire was torn in most places, and his eyes were wide in panic as he panted.
What had just happened, well, not even he knows. One second he grabbed the demon's wrist, and the next, he was half dead...
The demon stumbled forward, his arm still wrapped desperately around his stomach before he leaned on a nearby wall for support. He was panting, and he was confused, though he was mostly filled with rage and fury to comprehend any other emotions he may have felt at this moment in time.
He gritted his teeth as he watched Kokushibo slowly regenerate his head, which had been struggling to regenerate for the last minute or so. "Even as a demon...she still defies me..." He huffed out as he looked around the fortress. It was battered and covered in blood, which didn't seem to disappear under any circumstances.
Kokushibo's shape was crouched on the ground, his broken sword sat beside him, and his head hung low as he panted, while only half of his head had properly regenerated, leaving a large pool of blood to form beneath his form and create small thuds on the Oji mats that lay all over the fortress.
Nakime looked down at her broken biwa with a parted mouth, while the right side of her body was completely gone, struggling to regenerate.
Muzan thought back to her malicious grin, her sickening laugh, and her overwhelming presence, which would make an upper moon cower in fear. He scoffed before standing up fully when his wounds finally regenerated, though it was more of a stumble.
He gritted his teeth and glared at Nakime, who only had half of her body remaining. His crimson eyes pierced through her skull. "Call every demon there is...
We need to kill her before this gets out of hand."
A lone demon stood outside of a burning building, her arms spread out either side of her, as a sickening grin was plastered over her demonic features, basking in the glory of the flames which burned like a thousand sparks that lay in the dead of night that hung loosely with the moon.
The screams of villagers could be heard nearby in the snowy town, where a burgundy-haired boy grew up. That said boy was in her memories, very vivid, very blurred, but memories nevertheless, and she hated it. She hated that bright smile, she hated those kind eyes, and she hated the feeling of familiarity altogether.
A small chuckle escaped her lips as the beams of the house fell to the ground with loud thuds. In the fires, a small picture frame that held a drawing that could have been made by a ten-year-old, was cracked and covered in ash while being surrounded by the roaring flames before it got engulfed, while the cherry blossom engraved designs, that were etched into the wood of the storage cabinet, slowly got burned and scorched by the relentless fire that continued to destroy everything in its path.
The demons silhouette, which was made by the raging flames, was prominent in the dead of night while a large cloud of smoke emerged from the distance, where the screams of the kind villagers were most prominent and where blood leaked through the streets of the once-bustling town that once held scents of freshly baked bread and fresh fish. The small market stalls were now engulfed in flames and buried bodies of those less fortunate to be caught up in the attack and the raging fires.
The demon's mouth parted when a small unexpected and heavy tear fell from her left eye, before landing on the once snowy and damp ground beneath her feet with a small thud. She glanced down at the tear before gritting her teeth in anger and glaring at where the tear hit the ground.
She raised her palm to touch another heavy tear that fell from her eye, before scoffing and plunging her hand straight through her eye, in hopes the tears would cease, which they did.
Her head immediately regenerated, with her hand still engulfed in her skull, making her huff in annoyance before forcefully ripping her hand out of her head, only for it to regenerate immediately, as soon as her hand left her head.
She wanted it gone. She wanted it all gone. Everything that brought her a hint of Deja Vu, she wanted it gone, she wanted it dead. She hated the feeling of familiarity with a passion that could only be described by the word 'rage',-no. It was more powerful than that, 'anguish'?- No. It still wasn't enough to describe her burning passion and definitely wasn't enough to express her desire to have it gone.
Whenever she saw something that gave her a sense of this horrible feeling, a part of her would feel...empty. It was like a whole chunk of her was missing and would never be brought to light again. It was like she was missing something...someone. She just couldn't figure it out, so she did what she thought was right. She would destroy everything that would make her feel that way, so it would never see the light of day again.
A sudden wave of hysteria washed over her like a tidal wave coming to destroy everything in its path, and she grinned. She grinned, then she chuckled. She chuckled, and then she laughed and the laugh echoed above the raging sound of flames from the fire which flickered in front of her.
She couldn't think of anything else to do except laugh, it was the only thing her mind allowed her to do. She didn't know what to think about it. Should she be happy right now, even though the empty feeling remains prominent, or should she be crying, just as she was a few seconds before? She didn't know. But what she did know was what she needed to do next.
She opened her arms wide once again before her eyes became wild, reflecting the fires that lit the night like the stars above that littered the sky like daisies littering a field. Her vision turned towards the stars and her grin widened, making the torn flesh around her mouth release the sound of flesh ripping.
She needed to abolish and destroy everything that made the emptiness in her heart spread.
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