𝗘𝘂𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟞 - 𝕆𝕝𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕟

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It stood alone.

Surrounded by nothing but snow and towering trees, its selfish eyes bored into the small home. It was modest, the house, and surrounding the home were a few misplaced rocks and trees, looking as though they had been thrown in place by an unknown force. Two torches illuminated the path in which she walked up, and the same path that brought so much god forsaken familiarity to its brain.

It began to hurt.

It's like every place it went, the same feeling would be present, but it was much more painful each time. It was kike it was unaware of where it was headed, like an unknown force was dragging it towards all the places that it felt the same thing.

Familiarity.

Pain.

Annoyance.

Rage.

It no longer felt any sense of previous deluded peace, and it no longer understood the concept of understanding, though I doubt it did to begin with. No, instead it felt pure revenge rotting through it's system. Never once pausing, never once dwindling from its memory.

Making it all the while more agonizing.

Its eyes burned with an unknown passion, even it didn't know what for. It felt as though a war was constantly battling within its mind, never once leaving it in peace, that, at this point, it longed for.

Even though it was the most pure demon, a reckoning to nature and humanity, it still, almost, begged for peace. For a glimpse of serenity.

One it would never receive, especially since it was a demon. A demon that destroyed everything it deemed worthy. A demon that held its own selfishness above all else. A demon who would unintentionally kill anyone in its path.

Without any more patience, the demon kicked down the oji doors. They were forced back into the wall, where a crack now surfaced, allowing the demon to stroll through the doors.

Footsteps thudded against the paneled wood, even as the shadows of the night remained surrounding the house, and even inside. No light was present, the only glow coming from the pupils of the demon. Its eyes remained beady, silently praying there was something to hunt only to satisfy its needs.

Something to kill.

They walked inside the home, their haori and hair blowing behind them in the breeze from outside, even as their eyes continued to glow in the dead of night. It's nails sharpened, and the got to work.

Their (e\c) eyes pierced through the home, scanning for any living thing to destroy, even as it feels the constant feeling of unmatched familiarity. Something close to them was here, something they desired to kill lived here, or used to, at least.

What the demon didn't know, however, was the fact this house was long deserted by Urokodaki, after receiving a message from Kagaya, warning him of the dangers that would continue if he were to stay. The only thing the old man left behind for the unnatural demon to find, was the lone oni mask, that lay on the bed she once resided in.

Yes, it was hard for him to leave the place that he considered to be home for however many years he had been there, but what he also equally, couldn't handle, was seeing the girl he once saw as a daughter being turned into the same type of demon she wore to Destroy.

Despite the hard exterior of the mask he constantly wears, Urokodaki is truly a gentle soul. Never once did he enjoy waiting for his students to come home from final selection, only to realize in the day's letter that they were dead, and he even hesitated to take in tanjiro because of this fact.

He didn't want to see any more children die.

And he didn't want to see any of his family turn into the enemy.

The demon hopelessly scanned every nook and cranny, its patience fading with every passing moment, and their search becoming much more ravenous through the second. It came to a point where the demon became so in-patient, it began flipping tables, slashing their claws against the hard surface of the walls in anger, breaking anything in sight with the feeling of pure annoyance spiralling through it at an unbearable rate it could hardly handle.

Now, the demon stood alone in the center of the room, mask in hand as their luminescent eyes bored into the soul of the mask. It could feel the familiarity, it could practically taste it at the tip of its tongue, but it never came to place, it never lasted forever. Just as it was going to place the feeling, it ceased, and it left the demon with nothing but rage.

It's first clenched, the mask smashing in its palm before its remnants slipped from its fingers and fell to the ground with small thuds. It's first balled, its mind raced, and its teeth clenched.

Why did it have to feel this way? It was like an intimate torture, that forever left them unsatisfied. Unsatisfied with its being. Unsatisfied with the world around it. Unsatisfied with itself.

It would never be satisfied.

With a final scoff, and a last grunt of annoyance, the demon turned on its heel and walked through the door. It didn't want to destroy the place. It wasn't worth it. There was nothing there apart from the emotion of normality, and that alone wasn't enough to trigger it fully.

Yes, it was outraged, annoyed, disgraced, but it would move to it's next target nonetheless without any hesitation.

The breeze hit its skin, and in the blink if an eye, the demon disappeared into the night, stalking for its new prey.

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1,073 words!!!

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