Harken in Dark Colors
By SMYGO4EVA
Crimson-red eyes shone through the darkness, Muzan walked amongst the wretched humans shrieking and dying. He did not care for insects who only stood in his way.
He marched from the gusts of fire, head to toe in blood, with bodies strewn on the ground. Those who served him fought for his favor, to get in his good graces, and there were so few who gained it. He sought their obedience through violence and bloodshed, and that was more than enough.
Enmu knelt before him, gore painting his suit a striking red, a smile on his features. "Master Muzan," he whispered, his hand on his chest, a sign of his undying loyalty.
Muzan looked down upon the Lower Rank demon; he first saw him as another spoke in his wheel of death and destruction. Enmu surprised him. The streets were soon coated in bloodied gore of such filthy humans, and the casualties were sure to only rise.
Even in their increasing numbers, the Demon Hunters wouldn't stand a chance now.
"This is most impressive, my servant; you've done well."
Muzan's mouth quirked up at the surprise morphing into pleasure from Enmu. Despite his earlier doubts, Enmu had proved himself worthy of both his presence and climbing in rank.
"I am honored, Master Muzan." Enmu spoke, his voice hitched in delight, his face reddened by praise, his smile still on his features. "I do hope I can be worthy of such encouraging words."
Muzan said nothing, but his gaze remained unbroken, basking in his ilk prostrating, kneeling before him, as they rightfully should.
Perhaps this was just the beginning for them.