Once more, I am sorry for the long wait for this chapter and the last one. I know that most of my readers are American, so allow me to explain why it's taken a bit longer than normal. You see, in Canada, School doesn't go out until June 25th, meaning I am still in school. Any free time I have had has gone into other stories, but now that I have finished up a pretty hefty arc in that one, I'll be dancing around here for a little bit.

I hope this chapter more than makes up for it. Again, sorry for my radio silence, but it happens, I guess. Life does tend to do, you know, life things. I just hope that with summer vacation coming up that I can get more chapters out at a more… normal pace.

That being said, onto the chapter.

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When Ranboo stumbled across two former members of the Twelve Kizuki, he was ecstatic! He could sense the tension in their bones as soon as he mentioned them being previous members of said group, he knew that they must've had a grudge against Muzan because they had been kicked out, which only made what he was about to do oh-so-much better. You see, during his travels searching for Technoblade over the months, he had come across a flower field miles and miles away from any city, high above the clouds on a mountain top, and it was filled to the brim with Blue Spider Lily's.

How Muzan had yet to find this one spot, in particular, amazed him, but he planned on using it to his advantage.

As soon as he found the flower patch, he knew he couldn't allow Muzan to ever find it. But seeing as they were in such an obscure part of Japan, he didn't count on anyone else knowing about them—only he would know, and he planned to keep it that way. Seeing as that was about a few weeks ago, and since he memorized where that was he decided to capitalize on making new allies….

Upon teleporting there, he snagged two of the flowers—they had just bloomed, so he lucked out just in time, so that was good—and as soon as he did, he teleported right back to where he was.

This brought him to now, sitting in front of Daki and Gyutarro, both shocked at seeing what it was he had in his hands. The two looked at one another for what seemed to be the third time in a row during this little meeting of theirs, and then, they looked back at Ranboo.

"T-This has to be a joke, right?" Daki questioned as Ranboo scoffed.

"Pah-lease! As if the guy who can make Black holes from his fingertips would joke about something as serious as this. Now, quickly, eat up before they die. If they do, they'll lose their magical capabilities," Ranboo stated, a sense of urgency in his tone of voice. Without any hesitation, seeing at a chance to rid their curse of the sun, the two siblings snagged the flowers from Ranboo's hands and stuffed them into their mouths.

Little had they known that Ranboo tampered with them.

While yes, it would remove their limitation to being stuck under the darkness of the night, it would also scrub Muzan's cells in their bodies. It wasn't something that would be too noticeable. He couldn't risk Muzan finding out by proxy. He didn't know if there were any other things placed on the Blue Spider Lily, but if there were, this, right now, would show it to him.

As soon as they finished eating the flowers, Daki's eyes widened, clasping at her face, as did Gyutarros. A giant black scar began to form on their right and left eyes, respectfully, turning that respective eye purple, and removing the kanji within both, scrubbing them of their former Upper Moon status.

Oh, yeah, and he did change it so that they would have a connection to him and so he could talk to them telepathically. Was that a bad thing? He didn't seem to think so. At the very least he didn't impose a stupid curse on them as Muzan did. Seriously, what was so important with the name "Kibutsuji," anyway?

Was it a sentimental thing? Probably.

The flower continued its changes on the two Demons, turning their skin to a healthy colour while still keeping magical mutations. Their eyes glowed a bright white, and then, it stopped. Gyutarro was the first to notice what happened, and then, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"H-Holy shit! It fucking worked! It wasn't a prank! That shit was the real deal!" Gyutarro said, looking into the shining metal of one of his kamas, inspecting his face. As soon as he looked at his reflection, he noticed that not only were the marks in his eyes gone but that a black scar was now on the right side of his face, transforming his right eye into a purple one. "The fuck is this?" Gyutarro questioned as Ranboo shrugged.

"It's a thing that allows me to communicate with you psychically," Ranboo thought, projecting the message to Gyutarro's head, making the Demon shake his head in befuddlement. "See what I mean?" Ranboo continued a smirk on his face, looking over to Daki, who was still recovering from the change. However, her change was a bit more… different.

The first and most noticeable thing was the fact that she was… smaller. Way, way smaller than she was before. In fact, as soon as Ranboo saw the lack of clothing on the now smaller, far more child-like version of Daki, he ripped off his tuxedo top, revealing his dark purple shirt underneath, and draped it overtop the child-like Demon.

"H-Hey! What was that for!" Daki cried out before quickly noticing her more childlike voice, covering her mouth. "H-huh?! W-What did that stupid flower do to me!" Daki said, looking down at her hands—still clawed—but that was the only thing that remained. Her hair was now snow-white, and her eyes were sky blue, with the only exception being the one with the black scar over it, which changed the eye colour to purple.

As soon as Gyutarro saw Daki, his eyes widened to the size of saucers. "D-Daki… w-why do you look like you did w-when you were… when you were…!" Gyutarro looked to Ranboo, who was just as confused.

"I… was not expecting that. I guess that is the side effect of the flower. It turns the person who eats it—so long as they are already a Demon—into their purest form. It would seem as if her purest form was when she was a human child. Though, she keeps her demonic abilities…!" Ranboo said, covering his mouth to hide his smile.

"I see…." Daki said, curling and uncurling her hand. She took the jacket and put it over her body, doing up the buttons, covering herself up. "Thank you for the cover… Ranboo, was it?" Daki asked as the Enderman nodded. "W-Well, anyway, thank you… but, uh… what now?" Daki said, yawning, which then set off a chain reaction in Gyutarro.

"H-Huh?!" Gyutarro muttered, looking for an answer in Ranboo.

"Oh, yeah, I should say that since you're now in your purest form, it means you're a mixture of a human and a Demon. It means you can eat normal foods now, and on top of that, it also means you have to sleep. And seeing as you have at least 100 years of sleep to catch up on, you should probably do that, and sleep."

As soon as Ranboo said that, Gyutarro felt a wave of drowsiness hit him, and within moments, he was out like a light, slumped up against a tree, as was Daki, who instinctively curled into a ball—like a cat. Ranboo put out the fire with a snap of his fingers and watched over them.

Now that he had people who would work under him, he needed to make sure they continued to trust him. What better way to show that than by sticking by them when they were vulnerable. Ranboo's expression turned into one of annoyance, his eyes narrowing as he looked off in the distance. "You can go run back to your boss now. Didn't think I was going to see you did you? Make sure you tell Muzan that he's up shit creek without a goddamn paddle, while you're at it!" Ranboo spat, the shadow in the foresty retreating as the Enderman scoffed.

"At least he doesn't know where I got those Spider Lilys. If only I could see the look on Muzan's face right about now…."

As soon as Ranboo finished his thought, his claws became drenched in purple. Two of them solidified, marks appearing on them. He summoned a piece of paper, and as soon as the paper appeared in front of him, he scrawled down the names of the Demons he now had under his hand.

Royal Advisor – Gyutarro

High Priestess – Daki

Ranboo smirked, crossing his arms. Now that he had his Royal advisor and Priestess, he planned to build up his influence in this world. After all, what's a god without its people to worship him?

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Technoblade traded blows with Dream, their swords clashing, sparks flashing between them as their blades scraped up against one another. The two jumped back, and as soon as they did, Dream put his sword back in its sheath, then drew out a crossbow and fired a bolt from it, the arrow hitting Technoblade in the shoulder, though he simply brushed it off.

Ripping the bolt out of his shoulder as it healed over, Technoblade closed the distance. In response, Dream sucked in a deep breath, then, smirked underneath his mask, putting away his crossbow, unsheathing the Nichiren blade he was given from Kokushibo.

"DREAM BREATHING, FIFTH FORM: ENSURING DISASTER OF DREAMS HAVEN!" Dream thought, whipping out his sword faster than the eye could see, slashing at Technoblade's body, cutting him deep with his katana in several criss-cross patterns, hooking the tip of his sword on Technoblade's chin, which was met by slight shock from the pigman.

Before Technoblade's head could be ripped off of his neck, he kicked Dream in the chest, unhooking the tip of the sword from his chin, all of his wounds healing in a millisecond.

The two clashed swords again, Technoblade smirking. "Not bad, Dream. Using your Breathing Technique to trip me up! I like it!" Technoblade said, keeping on the stalemate as Dream scoffed, huffing out all the breath he had stored up.

"Not gonna… lie, you winding me like that… I didn't see that coming," Dream grunted, taking himself out of the stalemate, sweeping Technoblade's legs out from underneath him, knocking The Blood God to the floor, stomping on his chest and sticking his sword at his neck. "And you didn't see that one coming, either, now did you?" Dream said, pulling his blade away, extending his hand out to Technoblade, who took it in stride.

"GG, though that was a bit of a scummy move," Technoblade said, sheathing his sword as he let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Dream, I needed that," the Blood God said, Dream smiling underneath his mask.

"No problem. You looked like you needed that, anyway. Especially after what that bastard did. I mean, I'm a dickhead, and I've done similar things before, but seeing someone else do it… ugh," Dream said, shuttering as Technoblade scoffed, patting the smaller man on the back.

"At least you're self-aware!" Technoblade said, letting out a hearty laugh as he did so.

All Dream could do was roll his eyes, sheathing his blade back in its holder. "Yeah, yeah," the man in green groaned, walking back towards the house, the Lower Moons and Takeo in awe at the display they witnessed.

"Such power, Lord Technoblade!" Lower Moon 2 said, a smirk on his face as Technoblade sighed, shaking his head.

"I told you, don't call me Lord. I'm no one's lord. You are free to do what you please, devouring humans notwithstanding. Oh, and Hanako," Technoblade said, looking over the newest addition to the Lower Moons, who looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Technoblade?" Hanako questioned, only for her question to be met with a thin spear-like appendage to be stabbed in her chest. She felt a pain surge through her, and then, it stopped, making her cough up blood. "W-What was that?!" Hanako questioned as Technoblade smirked.

"Your sun immunity, that's what it was. You're a Lower Moon, so you get it, too. Can't have you burning up in the sun, now can we? Also, seeing as you're connected to Wilbur, I kept his cells in your body and removed Muzan's connection to you. After all, it would be rude if he was spying on us, right?" Technoblade said as Hanako patted down her chest, the spike removing itself from her body as she groaned. The tendril retracted into Technoblades back, the wound that it had inflicted on Hanako healing over instantly.

Takeo looked over to Hanako, the black-haired Demon wiping the blood from her mouth. "Are you okay, sis?" Takeo asked, a concerned look in his eyes. Hanako glanced over to her older brother, then smiled, patting him on the back.

"I'm just fine, Takeo. I should be asking you that, though. You've been fattening yourself up, right? Can't have you looking like a stick forever, you know?" Hanako said, and to a degree, she was right. When he woke up, he looked emaciated. Now, though, he looked more like a person, though his cheeks were still sunken in, and his arms still looked a little thin, but outside of that, he was slowly recovering.

The only human there looked down at the ground, frowning. "I feel… useless. I mean, all of these Demons, a literal god, and… and whatever Dream is… I feel pathetic amongst all of these… things! I mean, even you, at least when you were Human I had something over you, and now you have these cool explosion powers, you can regenerate anything done to you, and now you can just go around in the sun and not care thanks to Technoblade!" Takeo lamented.

"Takeo…." Hanako began, a sad expression on her face as she put a hand on his shoulder. The older boy looked away, wiping a tear from his eye.

"N-Nezu-chan is off with the Demon Slayers as a spy, Tanjirou is dead, and… and…!" He stopped, choking back a sob. He hugged Hanako, wrapping his arms around her as he cried, catching the Demon off guard. "O-Our family's gone, and those who are left are either off risking their lives killing monsters, or got turned into a monster! I… I…"

Hanako slowly hugged Takeo back, letting him cry into her shoulder as she did. "It's okay, Takeo… you'll be okay, our family is okay… we're just getting back at the people who harmed us, who are harming children by making them fight a battle they shouldn't be fighting. I—"

"Then why are you and Nezu-chan fighting?!" Takeo interrupted, his voice loud and full of pain, tears falling freely from his eyes, looking up at Hanako, who was shocked at his outburst. "Y-You're kids too, so w-why are you fighting?! Y-You should be living a normal life, you should be hanging out with your friends! Y-You—"

"Stop…." Hanako said, cupping his chin, a soft smile on her face. "Because Nezu-chan is the strongest person who can actually infiltrate their system. She's been trained by Kokushibo for months now, she knows one of the strongest breathing styles in all of the land. There is nothing in the world that can kill her… at least, anyone outside of the Upper Moons and Muzan," Hanako said, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

"Besides…." Hanako continued. "If I didn't become a Demon, I was going to die. I always was the one who got ill easier than most. So, I guess in some rights, it makes sense that I would become a Demon," Hanako finished, looking over to the forest, lights flickering in the darkness, the familiar uniforms of Demon Slayers illuminated, but their faces were covered. "We should get inside before they spot us, c'mon," Hanako said, ushering Takeo inside, glaring daggers at the Demon Slayers lurking in the trees.

"You lot don't even know it yet, but your days are numbered."

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The autumn morning sun crept up past the mountains, a delicate shine gleaming on the snow-covered ground of the tundra. Wild cows woke up from their sleep underneath the trees, skeletons, and zombies burning up in the daylight, while nearby creepers sauntered off into the caves.

Another day, another search for those who had disappeared, and as far as the majority of the citizens of the Dream Isles, or as they all collectively called it 'The SMP,' were concerned, those that did disappear were gone, for good. Though a few of them didn't give up hope, namely Philza Minecraft, second in command to the Anarchist group: The Syndicate, and the only wingman on the island.

Philza was NOT having a good day. To be fair, no one at the SMP was. Tommy was gone, Ranboo was gone, and two of the most dangerous criminals in the world were out on the loose, one of them being Technoblade, who by all rights should've returned to the tundra almost a full year ago, but for some reason hadn't.

Dream had escaped, and Sam was dead. The nether portal to the prison was dysfunctional, and tensions between the Syndicate and Las Navadas have spiked in the passing weeks. Quackity was convinced that Philza had been hiding the criminals along with Tommy and Ranboo—which made no sense, seeing as Tommy and Dream HATED one another.

The crow father even tried to tell Quackity that, but, as it would seem, he refused to listen. It didn't help that Purpled—someone Quackity trusted with his life—had betrayed the man, leading to the death of Charlie Slimescile, one of Quackities best friends, despite only knowing him for a few months. To say that the one-eyed leader of Las Navadas was becoming an ever-present threat was an understatement. The more he became unstable, the closer he was to attacking them.

It didn't help that the Syndicate had no real allies, while Las Navadas had almost all of the SMP on their side… if Quackity chose to attack, it would be disastrous for himself and the remaining members of the Syndicate.

It didn't help that he promised Tubbo that Ranboo would be safe if he was with them, and now that he was gone… well, a married man would do anything to make sure their spouse was safe, and with the omnipresent threat that was the nukes, to say they were fucked if something happened was a massive understatement.

Never in his long time living had he been cornered like this, and it made him skittish at the idea of leaving the Tundra to discuss things. He was too afraid of death at this point to do that. He would've sent someone else to do the talking, but as it stood, he didn't want to endanger anyone's lives or secrecy just because he was too much of a pussy to run out and talk to Quackity again or even Tubbo under the guise of a diplomat. "Goddamnit…."

Philza stood on the bridge connecting both his and Techno's houses, arms folded over the railing as he narrowed his golden eyes, his wings ruffling in the wind as he groaned. "C'mon, I know that you're out there, Techno…" Philza said, looking down at their pet Polar bear, Steve, who was leisurely relaxing in the small water pool underneath the bridge. "Just come back already…."

The wind changed direction with a ferocity that made Philza twinge. He knew what that meant, and while he was used to it, that didn't make it any better. The blond-haired wingman gripped onto his black haori as he shifted uncomfortably, a frown making its way to his face.

A snow storm was expected to hit the tundra in a few hours. He knewSteve would be fine, and so would the horses—they were bred to be immune to the cold, after all—but what he was worried about was Technoblade. He was worried about Tommy. Worst of all, he was worried about Wilbur, because he KNEW that he had been resurrected.

His son was out there, somewhere, doing something that he couldn't understand. He gripped harder on his black haori, biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. He had to stop himself from shouting out his son's name. He wanted to call them back home, so, so badly, but they would either ignore him or his cries wouldn't reach them.

"What the hell happened to this family…? All of this backstabbing, all this treachery…. All of it. It's broken it," Philza thought, his eyes closed tight as he let out a sigh. "Goddamn it…." The crow father muttered, the arid winds of the frigid cold brushing past him as he looked up in the clouds. "The storm grows closer every minute. I need to prepare for a shut-in—"

"Phil…." A soft, feminine voice spoke up behind him, causing the crow father to turn around. The person behind him had short pink hair, wearing a white shirt with brown shoulder pads, black denim jeans held up by a golden buckled belt, and snow boots fastened on by buckles. She had a scarf around her mouth, one that she pulled down to speak to the second in command of The Syndicate.

"Yes, Niki?" The crow father asked, tipping his hat upwards to look less intimidating. The pinkette smiled a hollow smile, putting a cold hand into her pocket.

"Has there been… any word from Techno? What about Ranboo?Tubbo's been getting worried, and, well, I don't want to sound rash but, we all know what will happen when Quackity reaches the end of his rope," Niki said, causing Philza to sigh, leaning against the balcony.

Philza wanted so desperately to tell her that he had something—anything—but that would've been a lie. The blond man looked down at Niki, and frowned, his dark blue eyes showing nothing but disappointment. "Unfortunately, I've got nothing. I sent off hundreds of my crows to search the dimensions for them, even The End if they somehow got there, but so far, I got nothing."

Niki tensed, looking at the wooden floor of the branching balcony. She gripped onto the left sleeve of her shirt, a wave of guilt washing over her. She hated Tommy... she resented him with every fibre of her being for the things he did, the pain he caused, all the death—all because of two stupid discs. Yet, for some reason, she felt… guilt.

She felt guilty for not being able to find him. She only wanted to have Ranboo back, Ranboo and Technoblade, just so that Puffy would stop crying—she hated seeing Puffy cry, not because she was being mean—but that was beside the point. She was about to say something when she saw something in the distance. Someone was approaching, their hand over their eyes wearing something similar to what Philza wore, though the pattern was different.

As he approached the gates, the person fell flat on their face in the snow, trying to get up as they did so. "Hey, uh, Phil, who's that by the gates?" Niki asked, making Philza grow tense. His eyes narrowed, trying to get a better look at the person. They had black hair, and what looked like a scar over their forehead. It wasn't Quackity—he didn't wear clothing as he did. So… who was that?

"Is he friendly, or is he a foe?" Philza thought, studying how the boy was moving. He didn't know about any new arrivals in the coming days—then again, everyone was scattered about, so the chances that this person was with anyone was rare, but that didn't change his suspicions.

"Why don't we find out, Niki," Philza said, hopping over the bridge railing to approach the fence, Niki following close behind with a curious Steve. The figure was hunched over, shaking in the cold, and looked extremely, extremely pale. Once he got close enough, Philza raised an eyebrow, opening the gate as he helped the tired boy up, his breathing heavy, his shoulders sagged, with sweat coating his forehead.

"Oi, you okay?" Philza questioned, causing the boy to look up at them with his large red eyes. The boy's eyes slowly trailed over to his wings before they widened, then narrowed. He tried to get out of his grasp, only to fail. "Hey, hey, don't try and move, you look like you've been in a fight. Let's get you inside before the storm hits. You wouldn't want to be out there in the condition you're in," Philza said, guiding the boy to the entrance.

Steve sniffed his hair, tilting his head as Niki petted the polar bear on the back of the neck. "Go back to the pond, Steve, leave the poor boy alone," Niki stated, the polar bear huffing as he walked back to the bridge. As the two got into Philza's side of the house, he helped the boy up the ladder—and by help, he was essentially dragged—and into the sleeping quarters.

Once up there, he was sat down on the bed and given a blanket to rest over his shoulders. There was a brief stint of silence as Philza grabbed a healing potion. He walked over to the stranger and handed him the bottle, the stranger looking at it with a raised eyebrow.

"Drink it, it'll make you feel better," Philza said, the boy cautiously grabbing the bottle, popping the cork off with his thumb before putting the edge of the bottle up to his lips. He downed the red liquid with little to no hesitation, a rejuvenating glow taking the boy over as he let out a sigh of relief.

"T-Thank you…." The boy said, his tone of voice hoarse from the presumable lack of liquid. For a moment, it was almost reminiscent of Tommy's. The boy looked around the room, a slight bit of confusion on his face—almost as if he had never seen half of this stuff before. To be fair, seeing a potion stand next to a chest and a crafting table was pretty cluttered, but that wasn't what was strange.

The look in his eyes showed that he had no idea what this junk was. "Is he like Ranboo? Amnesia? Is it Retrograde or Anterograde? Maybe both? Not my place to speculate…." Philza thought, frowning as he did so.

"No problem kiddo. Now, mind telling us your name?" Philza asked as the boy looked at him, his eyes widening, then quickly closing as he rubbed the back of his head, a nervous chuckle escaping him.

"O-Oh… S-Sorry, I was just… so confused. I hardly understand what's going on. I just saw a skeleton walk around with a bow and arrow and shoot at me. So I'm a bit frazzled. Uh, my name, right? Well… my name is Tanjiro Kamado. A pleasure to meet you, sir!"

-To Be Continued-

My first chapter back and I leave you on a cliffhanger like this. Aren't I nice? So yes, Tanjiro somehow found himself at the Dream SMP. How? Well, you'll have to find out later, won't you? Until then, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you in the next one. Peace!