AUTHOR'S NOTE

❤️ Hello, everyone! Long time, no see! ❤️

Before we get into it, I'd like to give a special shout out to one of my most loyal fans since I started writing in 2020: Creative! It's his birthday today, November 22! Have a great birthday and a happy Thanksgiving, Creative! ❤️

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Now, let's talk. I feel extremely vocal. It seems like every (FanFiction) writer has this cringe Author's Notes thing every once in a while, so here's mine:

We did it. We have made it to the fifth installment, and we only have one more installment left… YAY!

Tensions are rising, hearts are breaking, eyes are stinging with tears. Our little protagonist will soon meet her end, for better or for worse? Stay tuned…

1. QUESTION: When is the next update?

ANSWER: In a perfect world, I would say in December because I enjoy updating monthly but in all honesty, the prospects of a December release is looking super low… Eh, early January. I'll probably write something pertaining to my progress on Wattpad.

2. QUESTION: How do you have the time to write this much in so little time? (Assuming that 30k+ words in just over a month is a lot, of course.)

ANSWER: I don't! That is why I'm typing this up at 2AM, surviving on the 4 hours of sleep I managed the night before. I live on Monster's Java Mean Bean and Loca Moca. Sleep deprivation has its perks; I don't have to apply mascara to get the 'smokey bedroom eyes' look. Take that!

3. QUESTION: Will the original ELR be reuploaded?

ANSWER: Yeah, about that… You see, I was having a huge breakdown about not having the original files of my older more-shittier work until I saw that AO3 sends a downloadable file of your story to your email when you delete them! Hurray! That said, I will probably post them on AO3 in one huge story, turn off comments, and leave a cutesy note at the bottom that says something along the lines of, "As a writer, you have to start from somewhere."

4. QUESTION: Porn? Ships? Smuts?

ANSWER: Yes! No? Yes! After finishing Volume One, I plan to make reader requested one-shots! I have never done the whole 'Y/N' thing but I'll definitely need a break after this. As for the porn, I'll happily write girl-on-girl/three-girls-one-guy types of things. (Side note: I can't write porn for things I myself am I not attracted to, so I can't suffice every kink. I love women, take from that what you will ❤️)

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Anyway, enjoy the fifth installment of ELR! Please feel free to give me commentary, criticism, and suggestions.

❤️ As always, thank you for reading! ❤️

It is the Kakusei era, year 3XXX.

The world has undergone a drastic change due to the series of global conflict, ecological disasters, and the advancement of technology. Modern civilization had long collapsed and the merging of countries, increase in oligarchs and totalitarian regimes, corruption, and warfare was rampant.

Left alone, uninterrupted, without pause, was a world unbeknownst to those fortunate; a world filled with demons and those who slay them.

MEDIA DICTIONARY
* Thoughts
* "Dialogue."
* 'Telepathic dialogue.'
* "Past conversation."

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

EMISO

FLASHBACK:

Emiso Aveline, a nineteen-year-old woman of French and Japanese descent, faced adversity from a young age. With her father's passing and her mother's chronic illness, she became the family's primary breadwinner. Since the age of fifteen, she worked as a maid, striving to earn enough to cover her mother's medical expenses and ensure the woman received the care she needed.

One day, Emiso secured a position at a small maid service company that had contracts of different durations to cater to wealthy clients. The head of the service company, Moe Akasofu, was an austere woman with a sharp visage to match.

Moe supervised all the maids of the company and was strict, but once one got to know her, she was very kind. Over time, she developed a fondness for Emiso and appointed her as her assistant, which entailed accompanying her on contracted services.

Emiso shadowed Moe and gradually mastered the art of being an exceptional maid as the two worked harmoniously together. To Emiso, Moe became the mother she had always longed for, and she held dear and carried with her the words of wisdom Moe had once shared with her.

"Emiso, pay attention and listen closely," Moe exhorted on the day she appointed Emiso as her assistant. "There have been instances of maids suffering abuse, assault, rape, and even murder while on duty. It is a shame, a complete disgrace! This world is unfriendly to women, especially ones like us, so life will undoubtedly be tough. However, I have vowed to myself that no girl under my care will suffer such atrocities. Stay by my side, follow my lead, and you will be safe."

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It had been a few days since Moe and Emiso arrived at the Katōwamuro manor. The two maids resided in the elegantly renovated basement, which was the most luxurious living space Emiso, a girl of modest means, had ever encountered.

The Katōwamuro family represented the typical affluent household in the upper-class Yaegashi district of Ni-Kunoe.

Soaku, the matriarch of the household, was a stout woman who always sported a smug expression, except when she was displeased. Though she initially appeared brusque, Emiso soon discovered her kindness. Whenever Soaku sent Emiso to the marketplace, the noblewoman ensured that she was chauffeured there by the family's driver, Alde, and provided Emiso with ample money to purchase everything on the list and whatever the young maid desired for herself.

Saori, the oldest daughter, was a sight to behold. She was among the most stunning young women Emiso had ever encountered. Saori seldom ventured beyond her bedroom, but Emiso caught a fleeting glimpse of her expectant belly showing through her dress once.

Yui, the youngest daughter, was a beautiful young girl who resembled a delicate porcelain doll displayed on a shelf. She always styled her vibrant fuchsia hair in tall, curly pigtails and adorned herself in the most feminine dresses of the latest Lolita fashion. She had a playful nature, often interrupting Emiso's work to entice her into playing games. Together, they enjoyed games such as tic-tac-toe, rock-paper-scissors, and simply frolicking around the garden.

Emiso had become familiar with Fuwapo, a charming and energetic dog adorned in pink attire. Wherever she went, the dog would faithfully trail behind her, eagerly seeking food in the kitchen by whimpering and nudging her feet with its paws.

Throughout the day, Emiso diligently completed her assigned tasks with cheer, but her true joy lay in caring for the Katōwamuro garden. The garden, boasting rows of flowers and herbs, and a central stone fountain depicting cherubs pouring water into the mouths of koi fish, exuded exquisite beauty.

One day, Emiso was tasked with tidying up the primary study, where Kihaku Maeda-Katōwamuro dwelled. Since the man had not emerged from the room since being excused from the dining table nights before, no one had seen him, leaving Emiso unsure of what to anticipate.

Armed with a broom, sponge, and a bucket brimming with warm, soapy water, Emiso summoned the courage to knock on Kihaku's door. The door was ajar, so it swung wide when she knocked.

Upon entering his study, she was met with a pungent smell from the plates of spoiled food and the lingering scent of acrylic paints. Kihaku was absent from his study, leaving Emiso to confront the subject of his fixation and obsession.

The study was filled with exquisite paintings created by a talented hand, the furniture pushed against the walls to create space. Intrigued, Emiso approached one of the easels to examine the artwork more closely.

Each painting featured a captivating young woman as its focal point, her beauty accentuated by long, dark hair and luminous coppery eyes. Whether depicted in a state of undress or elegantly clothed, the young woman exuded an alluring presence in every scene amidst a backdrop of flowers.

Très jolie!

When Emiso turned around, she saw Kihaku standing in the doorway, watching her. She could not find the words to say and stood there, shaking like a leaf in the wind, until he spoke.

Upon turning around, Emiso caught sight of Kihaku standing in the doorway, observing her. She struggled to articulate a response and remained frozen in place, trembling like a leaf in the wind, until he broke the silence.

"Parles-tu français?" Kihaku asked.

✧TRANSLATION: "Do you speak French?" Kihaku asked.

"Oui!" Emiso answered with a fervent nod.

✧TRANSLATION: "Yes!" Emiso answered with a fervent nod.

"Voici Himari, ma fille", Kihaku clarified, his voice trailing. "Elle avait ton âge quand elle... quand elle..."

✧TRANSLATION: "This is Himari, my daughter," Kihaku clarified, his voice trailing. "She was your age when she... when she..."

With a heavy heart and eyes filled with a deep shade of sorrowful bronze, the man came to a stop. His gaze met Emiso's, and in that moment, without uttering a single word, he conveyed the devastating news of his daughter's death.

The weight of his loss was palpable in the air.

"Je suis désolé pour votre perte, Monsieur... Je peux revenir plus tard."

✧TRANSLATION: "I am sorry for your loss, Sir... I can return later.

"Non, reste," Kihaku insisted. "Restez ici et continuez votre travail. Je ne vais pas te déranger."

✧TRANSLATION: "No, stay," Kihaku insisted. "Stay here and continue your work. I will not disturb you."

"D'accord." Emiso initiated her cleaning routine by first focusing on the desk, removing the books and documents from it.

✧TRANSLATION: "Okay." Emiso initiated her cleaning routine by first focusing on the desk, removing the books and documents from it.

Kihaku proceeded to take a seat at his desk, silently observing Emiso as she went about her cleaning tasks.

SOAKU

Soaku sat on a stool at the kitchen island, enjoying her morning tea while perusing the newspaper. Emiso flitted around, attending to the manor as she hummed to herself, while Moe was out running errands.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Soaku glanced up from her newspaper, wondering who could be at the door at this early hour.

I do not recall inviting anyone...

Emiso paused her dusting of the cabinets and hurried to open the door, bowing respectfully when she saw the visitor. "Bonjour! A visitor, Ma Maîtresse!"

✧TRANSLATION: Emiso paused her dusting of the cabinets and hurried to open the door, bowing respectfully when she saw the visitor. "Hello! A visitor, My Mistress!"

The visitor who arrived was none other than the elegant Yonaka Ootani, who was dressed in a stunning and fashionable lilac blazer dress. "Soaku!" she exclaimed, approaching Soaku and spreading her arms wide as she drew Soaku into a warm hug. "It has been ages!"

"Yes, it has been too long, Yonaka!"

Norio, Yonaka's husband, followed closely behind her and exchanged a nod with Soaku by way of greeting.

"We apologize for not staying in contact for the last few months!"

"Ah, there is no need to worry, Yonaka! Everyone has their own things to deal with in their lives. Please, take a seat. Our sweet maid, Emiso, is already preparing some tea for us."

Soaku sat with the Ootanis in the main living room, where they were served black tea without delay. While enjoying their hot beverages, Yonaka could not help but fixate on the grand painting displayed above the fireplace. The painting was one of Kihaku's works and was a painting of his late daughter, Himari. Soaku objected and expressed her disapproval of having such artwork displayed in the main living room, but Kihaku refused to budge.

"Oh, I just love what you have done with the place!" Yonaka exclaimed. "That painting is just lovely. Wondrous, breathtaking, delightful!"

"Thank you, Yonaka. My husband, Kihaku, painted it. A man of many talents, he is."

Ba-ha! The only thing Kihaku is talented at is being absolutely worthless!

As Yonaka began to ramble on about random topics in an attempt to initiate a conversation, Soaku could not help but feel anxious and disheartened as she listened to her speak.

Damn it all... I must inform the Ootanis that Saori is unable to wed their youngest son due to her pregnancy.

Unable to endure it any longer, Soaku took a deep breath, knowing she had no alternative but to reveal the truth to Yonaka. "Yonaka, there is something I must confess," she began, her voice catching in her throat. "There has—"

"Please, refrain from continuing, Soaku!" Yonaka interjected, jumping up from the sofa. "Before you continue, there is something I and Norio must get off our chests! As much as we want our little Kame to marry your darling Saori, I am afraid the wedding must be called off!"

Upon hearing that, Soaku's eyes bulged out of their sockets as she exclaimed, "EHHH?"

"Yes, it is horrible, I know!" Yonaka sobbed with tears in her dark, beady eyes. "How unfortunately awful! Devastating, traumatic, catastrophic!"

Soaku wore a mask of feigned surprise and concern, but inwardly, she felt a wave of relief and jubilation. "Oh, my goodness! That is awful, Yonaka! May I ask what caused this to happen?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of relief.

The wedding has been canceled! I do not need to confess anything! It seems like luck is still on my side!

"Well, upon learning of the sudden passing of your beloved stepdaughter, we understood the need to carefully consider the situation. Knowing the close bond between Saori and her, we can only imagine the immense grief Saori must be experiencing! It is clear to us that Saori is still in mourning, and therefore, we believe that proceeding with the wedding would not be appropriate at this time. We sincerely hope that you understand."

Soaku sensed that Yonaka's explanation was illogical and felt that something was amiss, but she chose not to press it any further as the result was in her favor. "Oh, my goodness! Yes, unfortunately, Saori is still mourning her stepsister. We appreciate your understanding of Saori's situation—"

The folds on Norio's aging face creased and contorted with anger as he exclaimed abruptly, "What a nonsensical lie! Kame fooled around and impregnated a girl, a disadvantaged girl, no less. Now an illegitimate child will lay claim to our riches. That is the real reason we cancelled the wedding."

Silence.

Yonaka angrily stomped her heels on the polished hardwood floor, fuming. "Norio, I thought we agreed not to speak the truth!"

Instead of responding to his wife, Nori got up from the chair and left the manor without a word.

Yonaka turned and looked at Soaku sorrowfully, visibly embarrassed. "Pardon me, but it is late. We must get going now."

"It is getting rather late, I suppose," Soaku said, her the mask of her face feigning sincerity and hiding her inward sneer. "I thank you for coming by."

"Soaku, I would like to express my apologies for Norio's conduct. This is not typical of him, and I am sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused..."

"Oh, there is no need to apologize, Yonaka! You and I know how our men are."

"Soaku," Yonaka said softly, drawing closer to her. "I was wondering if you could keep what happened here a secret?"

"Of course, Yonaka. We are close friends, are we not? Friends keep each other's secrets."

"We will be in touch." With that, Yonaka, feeling defeated and embarrassed, left the Katōwamuro manor. The chauffeur courteously opened the door of the lavish vehicle, allowing her to step inside before it swiftly departed.

After the Ootanis departed from the estate, Soaku could not contain her excitement and let out a delighted squeal. She joyfully danced around, thrilled that the wedding was going to be called off. Immersed in her eagerness, she rushed into her husband's study and entered without bothering to knock. "Kihaku, you are not going to believe what just happened with the Ootanis!"

Kihaku sat at his desk, his head resting on the table. His eyes, completely glazed over, appeared vacant and unfocused, while a plate of stale toast was placed beside him, covered in mold.

"Kihaku, did you hear what I said?" Soaku inquired angrily.

Kihaku made a quiet mumbling noise in response.

"The Ootanis cancelled the wedding because their son fooled around and got a girl pregnant," Soaku divulged with much less enthusiasm. "Kihaku, if you had not pieced the puzzle together, Saori is pregnant. I dreaded to break the news to the Ootanis, but fortunately, they are currently dealing with their own family issues."

Silence.

"I suppose it is time for me to depart..." Soaku's felt nothing but pity for her husband as she turned and departed, leaving him alone in his study. As she made her way down the hallway, an idea struck her.

I know how to cheer him up!

The noblewoman hurried to the telephone and dialed her father's number. Her call was answered promptly.

"Ah, if it is not my darling daughter, Soaku!" the older man greeted. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hello, Father. I am calling not only because I missed your voice but because I need you to do me a favor..."

SAORI

Saori sat in a chair near her window, gazing at the sky. The sun had just set, painting the sky with a breathtaking orange and pink hue. However, despite the beauty of the sky, her heart still ached with longing.

I had no interest in nature until Ikuo took me to witness the sunset. That moment we shared changed me, and I will never forget it.

Oh, Ikuo, how I wish you were here with me, yet you must stay far away from here. I do not know how much I can protect you...

Suddenly, Saori caught sight and heard an object hit the window.

What was that?

Curious, she decided to unlatch the window and cast her gaze downward, only to witness Ikuo scaling the lattice entwined with vines, making his way towards her balcony.

"Saori!" Ikuo shouted. "Hurry, Saori! Help me up!"

Saori swiftly unlatched the window and leaned over the balcony with an extended hand to help Ikuo ascend the rest of the way. The young man skillfully scaled the remaining distance and maneuvered himself onto her balcony.

Ikuo entered Saori's bedroom, showering her with kisses. "Hey, what has been going on with you, Saori? I tried calling a few times, but no one ever picked up! And I saw you at that restaurant a while back. What happened? I know you heard me call your name."

Holding back tears, Saori averted her gaze from his perplexed face. After taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to say, "Ikuo, we cannot do this anymore."

Ikuo gaped at her in astonishment and moved closer, displaying clear befuddlement. "Saori, what are you saying? What do you mean we cannot do this anymore?"

"I mean that we cannot see each other any longer."

"Why?"

"Ikuo, my mother has discovered our relationship. She now knows about us."

"What? How did she find out?"

"It does not matter. My mother forbade me from ever seeing you again."

And she vowed to take your life.

To Saori's dismay, Ikuo responded by throwing his head back and bursting into laughter. He casually sat down on her bed, putting his feet on her blankets, and nonchalantly remarked, "So, what is the big deal? Am I supposed to be scared or something?"

"You should be!" Saori warned earnestly. "My mother... My mother is connected to a lot of people, violent ones."

"Well, I am not scared in the slightest because my parents are connected to a lot of violent people as well!"

"You are not taking this seriously, Ikuo, and I do not like it..."

"Relax, Saori!" Ikuo said. "Fuck your mother and what she thinks! We knew something like this would happen, which is why we planned our escape in advance."

Saori turned away from him, unable to meet his gaze. "Ikuo, I do not want to leave."

"Huh? But we must leave, Saori. If we cannot be together here in Yaegashi, then that leaves us no choice but to leave. We must—"

"Yes, I know we planned to leave if something like this ever happened, but I am not interested in doing that anymore. There is too much at stake."

"I am aware that we had previously agreed to depart if something like this ever happened, but I refuse to follow through with it. There is too much at stake if I leave."

"Is this about your mother?" Ikuo questioned.

"No, why would it be? Why would you say such a thing? Do not criticize me for choosing the best outcome for myself, Ikuo!"

"Why do you care so much about what your mother thinks?"

"Because I love my mother!" Saori retorted, her voice raising as she lied to Ikuo. "I owe everything to my mother because she is the reason behind who I am today. I am eternally grateful to her!"

"Really? Is that what you think, Saori? You sound crazy!"

I know I sound crazy.

Saori's voice trembled with anguish as she softly uttered, "Ikuo, I implore you to depart."

"Leave? Are you seriously kicking me out, Saori?"

Saori emphatically confirmed her stance, stating, "Yes, I am. Get out, Ikuo. Get out of my bedroom and do not come back!" In an act of frustration, Saori threw a pillow towards Ikuo while simultaneously striking his robust chest. However, he swiftly intervened, gripping her shoulders to halt her actions.

Ikuo held the young woman tightly, brushing his lips against hers and cherishing the sensation. He then questioned her, "What has gotten into you, Saori?"

I am trying to save you. I am trying to save your life, but you are making this harder than it needs to be, Ikuo.

"Ikuo…" Saori said breathily, turning her face away from his. "Stop this. Our relationship cannot continue."

"Saori, are you breaking up with me?"

"I do not know, Ikuo. I have a lot going on right now…"

Ikuo stepped back, wearing a pained expression. "Well, I do not want to be with a woman who is uncertain if she wants to be with me!" he shouted.

"Then go! Just go!"

Saori's mind was filled with a plethora of thoughts about what she should say. She longed to express that the unkind words she had spoken were not what she truly felt, that she still loved him and desired nothing more than to be with him, and that she was carrying their child, prompting her to propose that they elope together.

"Ikuo!" Saori cried out.

Ikuo turned to look back at her, his gaze lingering on her sorrowful yet beautiful face.

"I am— Never mind."

"Goodbye, Saori."

"… Goodbye, Ikuo."

With a broken heart, Ikuo turned and left Saori's bedroom through her balcony window, leaving the young woman to confront her thoughts in solitude.

As Saori gazed out of the window, she observed Ikuo descending the vine-covered lattice steadily, with the sky growing dimmer as the sun vanished. A profound sorrow engulfed her heart as she realized that she would never lay eyes on her beloved again.

I will love you forever, Ikuo Watomi.

SOAKU

Kihaku and Soaku were seated opposite Soaku's father at the dining table of his luxurious estate. They sipped on wine as they anticipated the serving of their meal, which featured roasted duck as the entrée. The rich, savory aroma of the roasted duck drifted from the kitchen and wafted around the dining room, making Soaku's stomach growl in anticipation.

Soaku's father, a man of few words, finally broke the silence with a toast. He raised his glass of wine and said, "To Kihaku, my dear son-in-law! I thank you for coming at such a short notice."

As the glasses clinked together, Kihaku mustered a hesitant smile. A feeling of unease washed over him, leaving him uncertain about the true purpose behind their spontaneous dinner.

"Apologies, Otousan-sama, but may I inquire about the underlying purpose of this dinner?" Kihaku inquired. "I highly doubt that you invited Soaku and I to engage in casual conversation and discuss the weather."

"Oh, Kihaku!" Soaku groaned in exasperation.

Soaku's father motioned for her to calm down with a raised hand. "Now, now, Soaku, relax. Kihaku, you are correct; I did not summon both of you just for a casual visit. I brought you here for a proposition."

"A proposition?"

"Kio!" Soaku's father called out.

That was when a maid entered the dining room and placed some documents in front of Kihaku before promptly departing.

"Young man, take a look at those papers."

As Kihau skimmed and glanced over the papers, his eyes widened in realization of their significance. "Are these the official documents for the ownership of Katōwamuro Enterprises?"

"Yes, they are," Soaku's father confirmed, nodding.

"Why? Why have you shown them to me?"

"I think it is time for the Katōwamuro clan's primary business to be led by someone new, and that someone is you. Thus, I give the responsibility of running the family business to you, Kihaku."

The words that Kihaku had yearned to hear for more than a decade were finally spoken, but they seemed surreal. Kihaku was left in a state of shock, unsure of how to reply or react. He remained seated, resembling a deer caught in the glare of headlights. "Uh..."

Soaku's father retrieved a pen from his breast pocket and passed it to Kihaku. Pointing at the line for the signature, he said, "Katōwamuro Enterprises will be yours once you sign right here. So, what is your response? Are you up to the task, my son?"

"Of course, Father, Kihaku is more than capable!" Soaku chuckled, discreetly patting Kihaku's leg beneath the table. "My husband is skilled enough to handle any challenge. He can handle anything."

The dining room was filled with an uncomfortable silence until the arrival of the maid carrying a tray of dinner plates. She placed the plates in front of the master of the house and the two guests before quietly exiting the room.

Yet the silence ensued.

After a considerable amount of time enduring an uncomfortable silence, Kihaku provided his response. "I do not want it," he stated.

Soaku's father arched his thick brows with a befuddled expression on his aged, wrinkly face. "Young man, I beg your pardon?"

Soaku's face turned crimson with a mixture of shock and embarrassment, as her mind raced to find a solution to rectify her husband's actions and prevent a potential disaster. "Father, please disregard his words!" she interjected, laughing sheepishly. "What Kihaku is actually trying to say is-"

Kihaku sharply retorted, "I am capable of speaking on my own, Soaku!"

In a low and strained voice, Soaku growled, "Kihaku." The noblewoman spoke through clenched teeth, her tone dropping to its lowest possible level. "You are ruining things."

"Kihaku, is my business not what you wanted since the very beginning?" Soaku's father inquired,

"Indeed, it was, greedily so," Kihaku admitted, his voice wavering with every word. "I allowed my avarice and desire for power to consume me, distracting my attention from the one thing that held true importance..."

Soaku slammed her hands on the dining table and shouted, "Kihaku, I implore you to refrain from uttering another word!"

"Shut up, woman!" Kihaku roared at her in the highest volume he ever used. "Forgive my tone but this is not about you! That is my cross to bear, I and I alone!"

"Shut the hell up, woman!" Kihaku bellowed at his wife with an unprecedented intensity. "This is not about you in the slightest, Soaku! This is my cross to bear, I and I alone, so shut it!"

Frazzled, Soaku was shocked by Kihaku's outburst and instinctively covered her open mouth in embarrassment. She glanced at her father, but the older man's pale green eyes were solely fixed on Kihaku.

"Otousan-sama, I must tell you the truth," Kihaku continued at a reasonable volume, meeting his father-in-law's gaze. "I neglected my own daughter, Himari, and she paid the ultimate price. This alone shows that I am unfit to inherit your business, and I refuse to do so. I am tired of the relentless pursuit of wealth. I have decided to move on from my career because I believe there is more to life than just money. I never wanted to be a corporate financial advisor; painting has always been my true passion!"

Silence.

With that, Kihaku grabbed a fork and voraciously consumed his meal, tearing apart the succulent, juicy meat and crispy skin of the roasted duck.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Soaku sat upright on the bed, arms crossed, patiently waiting for Kihaku to return to the bedroom. After a few minutes, Kihaku emerged from the bath and joined Soaku in bed, resting beside her.

"I am not happy," Soaku said abruptly, hoping to capture her husband's attention.

Kihaku offered no response, simply switched off his bedside lamp, and rolled onto his side to drift off to sleep.

Soaku scowled as she reached over Kihaku and switched on his bedside lamp. "I am not happy with you, Kihaku."

"When are you ever happy?" Kihaku mumbled, his face pressed against the pillows.

"I want a divorce!"

"Were we ever truly married, anyway? Turn off your lamp, Soaku."

"You can turn it off yourself because I am not sleeping beside you anymore. I will be in my boudoir until you leave the manor."

"You wish for me to leave the manor? Are you joking?"

Fuming, Soaku rose from the bed and walked to the door. Pausing in the doorway before slamming it closed, she declared, "I am serious, Kihaku. Our relationship is finished!"

TIMESKIP: ONE DAY

KIHAKU

The next morning, Kihaku woke up when it was still rather dark outside. He showered and dressed himself quietly to not disturb anyone, then packed a few suitcases. He went to the garage and placed them in the trunk of his vehicle, then drove out to leave.

To his surprise and despite his efforts of discreetness, Soaku was standing at the front steps of the manor in a nightgown and slippers. She signaled for Kihaku to roll down his window and asked, "Where are you going this early?"

"I thought you wanted me to leave," Kihaku responded.

"I did want you to leave, but not in this manner!" Soaku groaned. "How can I possibly find the words to explain your absence to the girls? I was extremely upset and crossed with you after last night. Remember that you intentionally humiliated me in front of my father, Kihaku!"

"I am going to stay in a hotel in Asakusa to clear my mind," Kihaku confessed.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Not for too long, just a couple days."

"Okay," Soaku said, stepping away from the vehicle. "I will be here waiting for you... I love you."

Upon hearing those words, Kihaku was struck motionless. It was not fear or confusion that immobilized him, but sheer disbelief.

Neither he nor Soaku had ever expressed their love for one another. Their union was not built on love, but on a shared desire for material gain. They existed as parasitic leeches, moving through life together, unfulfilled by the privileges and prestige they enjoyed. Their selfishness consumed them, even if it meant their own destruction. Yet, through all their flaws, Kihaku and Soaku managed to learn to 'love' each other, allowing their marriage to endure all these years.

Without the ability to find the appropriate words to reply, Kihaku departed hastily and drove off.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Prior to driving to Asakusa, Kihaku contacted his friend Jiro Adachi to arrange a meeting, and they agreed to meet at a bar. They settled on a cozy izakaya tucked away in a narrow alley of Yaegashi, where they could catch up over food and beverages.

Kihaku and Jiro were seated at a low table on tatami mats, engrossed in conversation. Attractive waitresses served them multiple rounds of sake and delectable platters of yakitori. The two men conversed about a range of topics including the weather, politics, sports, and business until Kihaku broached his real concern.

Being a lightweight and having no interest in alcohol, Kihaku was still sipping his first cup of sake and remained sober. "Jiro, I need your advice on something," he mentioned.

After consuming an excessive amount of sake, Jiro could not control his hiccups. "Of course, Kihaku!" he exclaimed. "Ask away!"

"My wife, Soaku... She told me that she loved me."

"Eh? Is that it?"

"Yes..."

"And you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, I do have a problem with that. That is why I decided that we should meet. That woman is not capable of loving anyone other than herself!"

Jiro released a soft laugh before swiftly downing another cup of sake.

"What? What is so funny?"

"I think you are going too hard on your wife, Kihaku."

"You think that I am going too hard on my wife? Jiro, you have met the woman, right? Soaku was being docile and submissive the night you visited!"

"So, what if she is a little rough around the edges? She is only a product of her environment."

"A product of her environment? What do you mean, Jiro?"

Jiro gazed at Kihaku with a serious expression and remarked, "Unlike us, women are adaptable creatures. They effortlessly move with the flow of water and blend in with their surroundings. Think of it like moving at the rate of traffic. Women also possess a sixth sense, foreseeing storms and tsunamis before they strike."

Jiro is not making any sense. Perhaps he has drank too much rice wine!

"So, how does all of that relate to the idea that Soaku is a product of her environment?"

"Kihaku, do you recall what I said about women moving at the rate of traffic?"

"Yes, Jiro."

"Do you know who made that road?"

Kihaku took a moment to pause before giving his answer. "... Blue-collar workers?"

"No! Well, yes, but what I was hoping to hear you say is that we, men, are the ones who built that road."

"Oh? All right..."

"Women in charge is something unnatural," Jiro continued, his cheeks tinged red with inebriation. "You know what my father used to say to me? He said, 'Jiro, do not trust a creature that can bleed for seven days straight and does not die. Anyway, Soaku's behavior is not a result of her lack of understanding of femininity, but rather a reflection of your inability to embody true masculinity."

"… What?"

"I am suggesting that you, Kihaku, are not behaving like a man, so your woman is doing so in your place! Why are you escaping from your own home to stay in a hotel and survive on packaged ramen? This is the reason for your current predicament! Kihaku, it is imperative that you return to the manor and assert your dominance over that woman!"

"How do you expect me to do that, Jiro? Soaku does not respect me in the slightest, and it does not help that I am afraid of her!"

After releasing a lengthy belch that caused the table to tremble, Jiro forcefully pounded his fist on the surface. "You admit that you are afraid of Soaku, your own wife?" he exclaimed. "Hold on!"

Jiro glanced around the room until he noticed an attractive waitress wearing a tight-fitting uniform shirt that accentuated her figure and displayed an abundance of cleavage. "Hey, sweetheart, would you come here for a second?"

With a skip in her step, the waitress approached the table where Jiro and Kihaku were seated and bowed. "Mhm?"

"Sweetheart, this skinny man right here is afraid of his own wife! Can you believe it?"

The waitress shook her head, giggling behind her hand.

"Now be honest, what would you say to this guy? Speak freely, too!"

The waitress bowed as she said, "I do not mean to be unkind, but I would say to him that we are always hiring. Our uniforms come in pink, pink, and... pink! "

Jiro's laughter erupted like cracking thunder, causing his sake cup to overflow onto the table. "BAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! YOU ARE A FUNNY ONE, THAT YOU ARE!"

As the waitress tidied up after Jiro, he slipped several banknotes deep into her cleavage. "Arigatō, Mister Adachi-sama!"

✧TRANSLATION: As the waitress tidied up after Jiro and poured him more sake, he slipped several banknotes deep into her cleavage. "Thank you, Mister Adachi-sama!"

Jiro smacked her on the bottom as she walked away, her hips swaying from side to side. "You see, Kihaku? Women like it when we are rough with them. Anyway, let us get back to the topic of your wife. It would not hurt to show her what you mean in a different way... When is the last time you two had sex?"

Kihaku thought intensely of the last time he and Soaku engaged in sex, which was a long time ago. The noblewoman was much thinner before and sex was difficult then, so it was nearly impossible for him to imagine how they would have sex now. "We did it a long time ago..."

"Well, you should head home and attempt to have sex with her now! That will certainly put her in her place if you do it right!"

"Jiro, I do not believe that will be possible. Soaku is furious with me, and I highly doubt she has any desire to lay eyes on me, let alone allow me to touch her..."

"Kihaku, how can you know if you do not try?"

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Kihaku pulled into the Katōwamuro estate's driveway, parking his vehicle in the garage before rushing into the estate. His face radiated with excitement and joy as he ran to go into his bedroom and find Soaku. After his conversation with Jiro, he was highly enthusiastic and eager to put the man's advice to the test.

Jiro was right, I must tell Soaku who is in charge!

Upon hearing a disturbance from their bedroom, Kihaku presumed it to be Soaku's presence.

There she is.

With confidence, Kihaku smoothed back his dark brown hair and stepped into the room, only to come to an abrupt halt at the sight of Soaku.

However, Soaku was not alone; she lay on the bed in the company of someone else.

Soaku was completely naked and spread out on the bed. A man was on top of her, his thick hands squeezing her plentiful breasts as he rammed into her. He emitted rhythmic grunts as glistening sweat covered his skin. The king size bed creaked and rocked due to their wild movements during their carnal frenzy.

Kihaku watched in silence as his wife was taken by another man, remaining unnoticed by them. Although he could not see the man's face, he recognized him by his curly hair as one of his business associates he once invited over dinner. The gold in Kihaku's bronze-colored eyes faded to a pitch-black hue, mirroring his internal emptiness.

Betrayal.

Pain.

Rage.

"Oh, yeah!" Soaku moaned as her nails, painted in a delicate salmon hue, scraped and pierced into the flesh of the man's back. "Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Keep going! Yeah, right there! Right there! Right there, baby!"

"S-So-Soa— SOAKU!" The man began murmuring Soaku's name repeatedly, his voice growing hoarse and ragged as he neared climax. Finally, he orgasmed, emitting a loud, grating howl that had the potential to shatter mirrors. The man collapsed upon Soaku's overabundant mounds of flesh with a wet smack.

"Oh, are you tired now?" Soaku cooed. "I thought you would have more strength in you... How disappointing."

"I do have more strength, My Mistress!" the man cried out pitifully. "I have much more strength left within me! I will make you cum this time, My Mistress, I promise!"

With that, Soaku gestured for the man to lower himself to her intimate area. The man obliged willingly, rushing to be between her legs, immersed in her core, as she opened her legs wide for him. Wet, ravenous licking sounds filled the room and soon, so did Soaku's moans. "Good boy!"

┍━ 【❀】 ━┑

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HIMARI

DREAM:

Himari's dream began in an unfamiliar forest, a place she had never been before. She roamed about until she came across a woman standing among a row of trees. The woman was kneeling in a patch of poppies, her back turned towards Himari.

"Kon'nichiwa," Himari asked as she cautiously advanced, her words hanging in the air. "Miss, do you know where we are?"

✧TRANSLATION: "Hello," Himari asked as she cautiously advanced, her words hanging in the air. "Miss, do you know where we are?"

The woman persisted in gathering the crimson poppies, carefully picking them at the stem and placing them in her basket.

"… Miss? Miss? Could you help me, please?"

The woman ceased plucking the poppies and gradually shifted her gaze towards Himari, leaving her utterly astonished.

… !

The woman bore a striking resemblance to Himari, yet differed in her steely, dark blue eyes and the beauty mark below her left eye. Her hair was a neatly trimmed bob of jet-black hair that fell just below her shoulders and was tucked behind her ear, perfectly accentuating her beautiful features.

Himari's eyes grew wide as she remembered the woman's identity, her heart beating rapidly.

Is that... Is that my mother? It is. It is my mother!

"Okasan!" Himari cried out as she hurried towards her.

The woman rose from the cluster of poppies, appearing visibly perplexed. Shielding her eyes with one hand, she inquired, "Pardon me?"

"I said, Okasan. You… You are my mother!"

"I am not your mother."

"I am your daughter!"

"Then what is your name?"

The question caught Himari by surprise, and she found that it was difficult for her to remember her own name. "My name? Oh, my…"

What is my name? I seem to have forgotten!

"What is your name, girl?" the woman asked, followed by a pitiful sigh. "How can I assist you when you do not know your own name?"

"... I remember my name now. It is Himari!"

"Himari? Your name is Himari?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"And what does it stand for?"

"Huh?"

With a sudden burst of intensity and passion, the woman sharply exclaimed, "The kanji! What is the meaning of the kanji?"

The kanji… The kanji for 'Himari' is 向日葵, meaning 'sunflower.'

"Oh! The kanji stands for sunflower!"

The woman seemed to be pleased by Himari's answer and said, "Do not forget that. A name is something that cannot be taken away from you."

I know, Okasan. I know that now. Arigatō.

Suddenly, Himari experienced a sudden sensation of her throat constricting, leaving her unable to draw a breath. Panicking, she desperately and frantically clutched at her throat whilst gasping for air, but instead, she found herself plunging into an abyss of complete darkness.

AWAKE:

With a sharp intake of breath, Himari abruptly regained consciousness and awareness, finding herself lying on a frigid hardwood surface.

I love you, Okasan... I miss you.

Upon feeling the sensation of the air on her bare skin, Himari quickly sat up and covered her small breasts and intimate area. Her gaze took in the unfamiliar environment surrounding her. Despite the darkness, she could perceive her surroundings with exceptional clarity. A display of alluring kimonos and a vanity adorned with cosmetics indicated that she found herself within a boudoir.

It seems that I am in someone's bedroom... How did I get here?

Himari's countenance depicted a state of extreme horror as all her memories came rushing back to her.

I remember now! I and Tsukihiko-san had an argument, he began to discipline me, I fell down the stairs, and the last thing I remember is—

That was when a voice emerged from the dark corners and depths of the boudoir. "Himari," a deep voice, as smooth and enticing as velvet, remarked. "You have arisen."

… Tsukihiko-san.

The rich, velveteen timbre of his voice made Himari's skin crawl, startling her. She turned to see Tsukihiko seated on a nearby bench, positioned next to an open window. His appearance was striking, with a black fedora perched atop his head and dressed in a pristine white suit and cloak. The chilling gaze fixed upon Himari was the same as what she saw before; the deep plum red shade of his eyes piercing through the darkness like a serrated blade.

Himari quickly stood up from the floor, instinctively using her hands to cover her chest and intimate area even tighter. "It is you…"

Tsukihiko's smile took on an unsettling appearance, one filled with malevolence. With a knowing tone, he remarked, "There is no need to conceal yourself, Himari. I have seen it all before."

The young woman was engulfed by anxiety, feeling trapped like a prisoner in shackles, as she grappled with her fear of being alone with Tsukihiko in an unfamiliar location. The sounds of people downstairs, their conversations, laughter, and revelry, only heightened her unease. A sense of disquiet and doubt consumed her as she softly whispered, "Where are we?"

"We are in a brothel of higher caste," Tsukihiko responded in a monotone voice. "This bedroom belongs to a prostitute."

"Oh…" Himari gently touched her aching, throbbing head as she spoke in a soft tone, "Tsukihiko-san, I feel so strange. Why do I—"

"I am no Tsukihiko," the man intervened with a resonant, commanding tone, causing a noticeable drop in temperature within the surroundings and leaving an icy chill in its wake.

"Oh? If your name is not Tsukihiko-san, then what may I call you?"

"You may refer to me only as Master Muzan-sama. "

"Master Muzan-sama?" Himari whispered softly, struggling to comprehend the power that title carried. "Oh…"

At that moment, Himari experienced an unexpected surge of memories that were not her own. These memories seemed to have been transferred to her at a deep cellular level, resurfacing in her recollection. A torrent of information about the history and existence of demons overwhelmed her thoughts, leaving her pale and shaken as she finally grasped the true nature of the entity standing before her.

Himari's jaw fell open in a chilling mixture of horror, fear, and revulsion. "You… Y-you… You are the Progenitor of Demons! "

I cannot believe it! He was a monster all this time, right in front of me! I may be the unluckiest woman alive because, of course, the first man I am intimate with is a monster! The only thing I can think about is all the unchaste things we did… How sinful, impure, and ungodly! My body feels so, so, so disgusting all over after knowing who he truly is!

Muzan's crimson eyes narrowed with anger, displaying a countenance that seemed to convey a sense of discomfort as well. "Himari, I must apprise you that due to our connection, I am aware of all your thoughts. I know what you are thinking, and I can read your thoughts like the back of my hand."

"Connection? W-what do you mean? How is that possible? What exactly did you do to me?"

"I converted you," he replied nonchalantly. "I preferred to wait, but your injuries were severe."

"You… You did what to me?"

The Demon Lord gestured towards the vanity dresser's hand mirror as he said, "Why not go see for yourself?"

Breathing heavily, Himari hurriedly made her way towards the vanity dresser and picked up the handheld mirror. The reflection she saw left her utterly astounded, to the point where she felt herself on the brink of fainting.

Himari's eyes exhibited an inhumanely striking shade of amber-gold, accentuated by the slit pupils of either a serpent or a feline. The color of her hair shifted from a deep ebony to a silvery ombré at the tips. Furthermore, her previously sun-kissed complexion had faded away, leaving her with a pallid appearance that resembled the absence of vitality and life within her.

Quivering, Himari placed a trembling hand over her mouth to suppress a sob. "Oh, m-my goodness. I am... I am… I am... I AM AN ONI! "

"Calm yourself," Muzan commanded with a tincture of irritation in his voice.

"I will calm myself when you change me back!"

"Come again?"

Himari's head turned with a loud crack, almost breaking her neck, as she looked at him. With clenched fangs, she slowly enunciated each syllable, "Change me back."

The Demon Lord gave a cruel, derisive laugh that made Himari's skin crawl. "It still has not dawned on you, has it? Conversion is irreversible. You will remain a demon until your demise."

"No, that cannot be true!"

"It is the truth."

Overwhelmed, Himari impulsively threw the handheld mirror across the boudoir, shattering it. She began pacing the room, hyperventilating, and shaking her head as if she was on the verge of insanity. " NO! No, that cannot be! I will not accept that! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—"

'Damare.'

✧TRANSLATION: 'Shut up.'

Was that him? I swear it sounded like his voice was inside my head!

Suddenly, an immense power forcefully compelled Himari to bow deeply in prostration, causing the solid hardwood floor beneath her to crack and splinter. The sheer strength of this force was astonishing and left a lasting impression on the floorboards.

Muzan stood up from the bench and approached Himari, who was in a prostrated position. He gently caressed her, starting from the top of her head and continuing down to her exposed lower body, while speaking. "I fail to comprehend your objections, Pet. It is an indisputable reality that we, as demons, possess superiority over humans. While humans inevitably experience physical decline and weakness, demons remain unaltered. Our immortality counters the effects of senescence while continuously progressing and evolving. You should feel overjoyed at the prospect of everlasting life and maintaining a youthful appearance. Rather than behaving impudently, it would be more appropriate for you to express your utmost gratitude."

Does he think that I should be overjoyed? He must be joking!

The conceited smirk of the Demon Lord disappeared, and he adopted a resentful expression. The immense force pressing down on Himari intensified, posing a danger of her being sent crashing to the ground beneath the brothel. "Pet, I am not joking. Please, would you care to explain yourself? Elaborate. "

With her nose to the floor, Himari questioned in a tone of deep offense, "Do you genuinely think I care about preserving my youth when my humanity has been stripped away? Being human is one of the most wonderful, remarkable treasures in life! While it is true that our mortality makes us aware of the brevity of life, it also fuels our desire to fully embrace and appreciate every moment. You, Master Muzan-sama, deprived and robbed me of that opportunity, and I cannot find it in my heart to ever forgive you!"

I was not given a choice, and he did not bother to consult me. He stole my autonomy and my sense of self from me! I wish he would leave me alone; he has already taken so much! I do not want to even look at his face. I want nothing to do with him!

"You want nothing to do with me?" Muzan inquired bitterly. "Where shall you venture? What endeavors will you pursue? How will you fare in the world without my guidance and instruction, Himari?"

"I will be fine without you. I do not need you in my life at all!"

"Himari, my dear girl, the sun's rays will relentlessly pursue you for the remainder of your existence, and your sustenance relies upon the flesh and blood of humans. The prospect of reintegrating into human society seems highly unlikely for you. Your previous familiarity with the past cannot be restored."

"No, no, no, I beg to differ; I can reintegrate into human society, and I am determined to do so!" Himari countered assertively. "Should my inability to tolerate sunlight persist, I shall stay indoors. Rest assured that I will never cause harm to anyone, no matter how ravenous I may become!"

The sanctity of human life holds great importance to me. I would never consider the selfish act of taking someone's life to sustain my own cursed and corrupted body!

"How foolishly unrealistic. It is unwise to believe that you can maintain purity while desiring blood, just like I do. It would be beneficial for you to admit that you require my presence in your life. Acknowledge that you require my presence in your life."

"No, I do not need you in my life!" With those decisive words, Himari experienced a sudden liberation as the colossal weight on her shoulders lifted.

The Demon Lord took Himari's arm and guided her to a corner of the moonlit boudoir where a grand floor-length mirror stood, out of her view. He positioned himself behind her and firmly turned her head so that she would be forced to look at her full reflection. "Pet, take a look at yourself once more."

Himari tightly shut her eyes in defiance but opened them when his grasp became painful. She unwillingly gazed upon her reflection in the mirror and was visibly taken aback by what she saw. Her petite, naked form was ensconced between the breadth of Muzan's broad shoulders. There was not a single trace of imperfection; no mark, scar, or blemish could be found upon her flawless skin. The bite marks on her left shoulder had vanished, and in its place was a beautiful crest of double-flowered blooms.

I cannot believe what I am seeing! There are no lasting scars, bruises, or even welts on my body! Even the scar on my cheek is gone! Oh, how did I not notice when I first looked in the mirror? Oh, my, this floral tattoo on my shoulder is gorgeous!

I… I am very beautiful!

"Himari, this is the impression you have always left upon me," Muzan said. "Your beauty was undeniable even in your human form, and it only increased after your transformation."

"Oh, my…" Himari looked up at Muzan, captivated by his presence, and felt herself drawn towards him as she stared into the intense, bloody pools of his eyes. In that moment, she could not help but see 'Tsukihiko' instead of Muzan, but soon reality settled in. To counter that notion, she averted her gaze and tensed up, hoping to shrink away in his hold.

Even if the desire between my legs spills out and my heart bursts, I will not allow myself to be deceived and betrayed ever again.

The hands of the Demon Lord, long and slender, explored every inch of her body and gently caressed Himari's hair. The female demon grimaced in pure spite and revulsion. "Despite your clear evident disdain and animosity towards me, I sense a lingering desire."

"A lingering desire... for what?"

"For me," he whispered.

Himari's words dripped with venom as she retorted, "Do not get too pleased with yourself, you abominable being! Our past is history, and there is no longer an ounce of love left in my heart for you! The love I held was reserved solely for Tsukihiko-san, and he was not real, was he?"

Chuckling to himself, Muzan began fondling Himari's perky breasts and groping her bottom. "Although it may seem like you are currently constrained, I assure you that the sentiment is fleeting. Very soon, you will experience the absolute joy and pleasure of belonging to me."

Himari gasped when she felt something rigid stiffening against her thigh. Repulsed, she recoiled from Muzan's touch and hissed, "Get away from me!"

"Be mindful of your words and how you speak to me, Pet."

"Or what? What are you going to do, kill me? Well, you cannot because you claimed me! The markings on my shoulder mean a lot to you, does it not?"

The Demon Lord gripped Himari's hand in his palm, gently caressing it before forcefully twisting her wrist. Her agonizing screams were stifled by the grip of his hand over her mouth. "You are correct; terminating your life is not an option for me as I have declared you as my property," he murmured softly in her pointed ear, lightly nibbling its tip. "However, this does not exempt you from potential consequences. I possess the capability to subject you to various forms of infliction. Please be aware that there are fates that surpass mere death."

The excruciating pulsation in Himari's twisted wrist caused severe agony. Her efforts to free herself from his grip and escape were in vain as she found herself immobilized. "You are incredibly wicked and cruel!" she managed to utter, albeit trembling.

Muzan displayed a malicious, fanged grin, almost as if he had received a compliment. "Pet, it is important for you to acknowledge that your purpose revolves around serving me. Once you grasp this concept, all will be well. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… Master Muzan-sama."

"Good girl."

Bastard.

The Demon Lord forcefully pinched Himari's rosy-brown nipple, causing her to cry out in anguish. "AIE!"

Smirking at Himari's pained reaction, Muzan presented her with a sophisticated, blossom-adorned white kimono, accompanied by a set of white tabi socks and zori. "Wear this. There is somewhere I wish to take you."

Himari winced as she accepted the clothing from him and proceeded to put it on. The white kimono fit her like a glove, its long sleeves flowing past her knees. The sight of her pallid skin and the purity of her clothes was unnerving yet beautiful, reminding one of a ghostly figure, a shade.

"Now, come here."

The female demon obeyed and stood in front of him, apprehensive about his next actions.

Muzan leaned in close to Himari, his eyes fixated on the lower part of her face. Contrary to her expectations of a kiss, he pulled out a lipstick called 'Truest Red' from his breast pocket. He smoothly applied the crimson pigment onto her heart-shaped lips, its shade resembling the color of freshly spilled blood.

Completing the transformation, Muzan gently brushed Himari's hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders and frame her face. "How beautiful," he complimented.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The serene beauty of a crescent moon was momentarily veiled by delicate wisps of clouds in the starless sky of winter. The ground beneath Himari and Muzan's feet was blanketed in glistening snow, while an unforgiving chill lingered in the brisk, frigid wind. As they ventured through the wintry forest, each step echoed with the crisp crackling of icy snow underfoot.

It is winter now. I wish I was wearing something warmer…

"Anata wa samuidesu ka?" Muzan inquired.

✧TRANSLATION: "Are you cold?" Muzan inquired.

Himari, harboring great resentment, chose not to respond and continued gazing straight ahead.

I do not want anything from him!

Soon, the area became eerily familiar, and they stood before the wrought iron gates of the Katōwamuro manor.

The Katōwamuro manor… Why has he taken me here?

In a state of shivering, Himari embraced her arms and expressed, "The gate will not open. It is locked, and I do not have the key."

With a mere gesture of the Demon Lord's hand, the lock was dislodged, and the wrought iron gates swung wide open.

Himari gazed up at him, a combination of astonishment and dread evident on her face, rendering her momentarily unable to speak.

So powerful! He did not even touch it! What am I dealing with, truly?

A subtle smirk came upon Muzan's pale face as he stepped onto the estate grounds. "Come."

Upon passing through the gates and approaching the doorstep, Himari inquired, "Why have you brought me here?"

The Demon Lord's response came without delay. "I brought you here with the intention of reuniting you with your loved ones. It occurred to me that they would be filled with immense joy upon witnessing that you are alive and in good health, even if they chose to disown you."

Himari expressed her disbelief by giving him a stern glare and suspiciously narrowing her eyes. She confronted him, shouting, "Oh, I just know that you are planning something foul! What are you up to?"

"Cast your aspersions elsewhere, wench. I am merely showing sympathy towards you and your family. I understand that they must be deeply affected by all that transpired, which is why I thought it would be appropriate to pay them a visit. Kindly proceed to knock on the door."

Himari approached the door with a sense of reluctance, her dissatisfaction evident through the slight scoff that escaped her lips as she knocked upon it.

What a saint you are.

"Save your wisecracks!" Muzan snapped, making her flinch. "It appears that I have indulged you, as you seem to lack any sense of gratitude. I am under no obligation to grant you access to your family or permit you to engage in any activities whatsoever. Are you not interested in reuniting with your family, Himari? We could simply leave if that is the case."

"No, no, no, that is not what I meant. I do wish to see my family! Please, I beg of you not to do anything that may—" Himari ceased speaking and silently gasped upon realizing that Muzan had vanished from her sight.

He is gone…

The female demon looked back at the snow-covered landscape and narrowed her amber-gold eyes, seeing nothing but a white blanket of snow. Though she saw no trace of him, a shiver that ran along her pale flesh told her he was still there, lurking and camouflaged in the whiteness of the snow and the blackness of night.

Why am I here? Why am I truly here?

Shortly after, a maid answered the door. She was an attractive young woman with sparkling blue eyes and blonde hair that was styled in a fishtail braid that draped over her shoulder.

Initially prepared to offer a warm welcome, the maid's countenance suddenly paled, causing her to inadvertently release the tea tray she was holding, resulting in a loud and disruptive noise. The young maid stood motionless, rooted to the solid hardwood floor, her trembling hands unable to find calm. Her parted lips were accompanied by a deafening scream, reminiscent of the bloodcurdling cry of a banshee.

The maid pointed at Himari and screamed, "UNE FANTÔME!"

✧TRANSLATION: The maid pointed at Himari and screamed, "A GHOST!"

As a result of her father's adeptness in multiple languages, Himari possessed some knowledge of the French language. "Excusez-moi," Himari inquired with a sense of confusion, "Pardonnez-moi, mais y a-t-il quelqu'un d'autre ici? J'aimerais voir mon père."

✧TRANSLATION: As a result of her father's adeptness in multiple languages, Himari possessed some knowledge of the French language. "Excuse me," Himari inquired with a sense of confusion, "Pardon me, but is anyone else here? I would like to see my father."

"UNE FANTÔME!" the maid screamed once more.

✧TRANSLATION: "A GHOST!" the maid screamed once more.

"Oh, Emiso, what is the matter?" a woman chuckled from within the manor, approaching the front door. "I could hear you all the way from the cellar. You were screaming as if you had seen a ghost! Is it a spider again, like last time?"

"UNE FANTÔME!"

✧TRANSLATION: "A GHOST!"

A dark-haired, middle-aged woman dressed in similar maid attire, filled with laughter, came to the front door with a warm smile on her face. It appeared she was preparing to offer a heartfelt welcome, but suddenly, she paused and exclaimed, "OH, MY SWEET HEAVENS!"

"UNE FANTÔME!"

✧TRANSLATION: "A GHOST!"

Why are they so terrified of me? Even though I may be a demon, as far as I know, my appearance is still very human!

"Oh, my goodness!" the dark-haired maid exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear. "Sir! My Mistress! Please hurry! Please come quickly!"

Just as Himari was about to introduce herself, the chilling screams of the two maids abruptly interrupted her, overpowering her voice. The maids fled and ran away in panic, leaving Himari to enter the manor on her own accord.

Oh, my! I wonder what caused them to act that way...

Himari stepped inside the manor, observing that not much had changed except for the presence of vases filled with white flowers adorning every available surface. However, it was the expansive painting hanging above the fireplace in the main living room that captivated her attention entirely.

The painting portrayed a graceful young lady seated in a sophisticated stance, with her hands folded gently on her lap, maintaining an upright posture, and proudly raising her chin. Her eyes had a captivating shade of deep bronze, while her lustrous, dark hair elegantly framed her heart-shaped face, flowing down like a waterfall of ebony.

This painting… This is a painting of me!

Disregarding the heat of the fireplace's flames licking at her ankles, Himari slowly approached the painting and touched it tenderly. She caressed its surface as her gaze fell to the kanji characters inscribed in the bottom corner, representing her father's name.

Father-sama…

"There she is, My Mistress!"

"This is preposterous!" a voice that was familiar bellowed, expressing immense disbelief.

Startled, Himari turned around to see her stepmother standing in the entryway of the main living room with the two maids cowering behind her.

The noblewoman, adorned in a lavender nightgown, had her fuchsia hair meticulously styled in pin curls. Her thin lips were bare, without their usual vermillion hue, and her skin glistened, covered in a cream that promised youthfulness. With an air of authority, she demanded, "Identify yourself! By what audacity do you intrude upon the sacred property of the Katōwamuro estate?"

Himari stood still, silent.

My stepmother, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama...

"What, did you think I would believe that you were my deceased stepdaughter? Well, you are mistaken! You may bear a striking resemblance to her, but it is common knowledge that she is deceased. And wait a minute, where did you find that funeral kimono? That is the exact one I had specially made for her!"

"Funeral… kimono?" Himari observed the chest area of her kimono and noticed that the right side of the robe was crossed over the left, a manner typically associated with dressing deceased individuals.

It is a funeral kimono! How did I not notice this before?

"Yes, funeral kimono! That is what I said! Where did you get it?"

At that moment, Himari gazed straight at Soaku with the urge to confide in her. She desired to disclose to her stepmother that she had encountered and developed feelings for a seemingly flawless man. However, unbeknownst to her, he was a malevolent demon who not only manipulated and abused her but also isolated her from everything she held dear.

Uttering the words to begin was a challenge for Himari, particularly due to her own lack of personal conviction. "I… I do not know," she whispered softly.

" Ehhh? What do you mean, you do not know? Young lady, where on earth did you get the kimono from?"

Silence.

"Oh, never mind that! Your name, girl, what is your name?"

With a sense of fear creeping in, Himari took a deep breath and lowered her head to show respect before stating her name. "My name is Himari..."

The noblewoman muttered a curse under her breath and angrily stomped her foot. "Girl, cease engaging in these mind games with me, or I will contact the authorities!"

"I am not engaging in any mind games, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama! My name is Himari!"

The noblewoman let out a soft gasp as memories of the one person who referred as 'Lady Mistress Soaku-sama' flooded back, but she remained resolute in her denial. "Cease your falsehoods and identify your true identity, girl!"

Desperate for her stepmother's belief, Himari extended her arms and pleadingly and tearfully exclaimed, "Stepmother, please recognize me! I am Himari Maeda, your stepdaughter. I beg you to believe me!"

"That is impossible!" Soaku shouted, heaving. "Himari Maeda passed away months ago from a rare illness, and we even held a funeral. You are just one of those fraudulent individuals who impersonate for extortion! Shame on you!"

A rare illness? A funeral? Oh, I do not understand what is happening!

"I died from a rare disease? Lady Mistress Soaku-sama, I do not understand! I have no memory of being sick or dying!"

The dark-haired maid gasped with her hand on her forehead and exclaimed, "She has no recollection of her death! May God help us all!"

"Young lady, I shall contact the authorities if you do not leave the premises right away!"

Himari was consumed by immense fear and anguish; all she desired was to return to what was familiar and to find solace in her family's presence. "Please, stepmother, I beg you to believe me for once!" she pleaded desperately, her voice choked with tears as she fell to her knees. "I am so, so, so very frightened. I want things to go back to the way they were! I want to come back home! I want to come back home and stay with you, Saori-chan, Yui-chan, Fuwapo, and Father-sama! "

Soaku gazed intently at the weeping young woman, her emerald-green eyes growing wider with each passing moment. She could not help but notice the striking familiarity of the young woman's appearance and her sorrowful sobs. This realization alone confirmed the validity of all her fears and suspicions. "Inconceivable! How could this be? Though I find it difficult to accept, I cannot deny the undeniable truth unfolding before my very eyes…"

"What do you mean, My Mistress? Is that…"

"Indeed, that is the girl," Soaku confirmed with great reluctance, a lump lodged deep in her throat as she spoke. "That is Himari, my recently deceased stepdaughter!"

The blonde-haired maid let out a piercing squeal of fright, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed hysterically. "Oh, mon Dieu!"

✧TRANSLATION: The blonde-haired maid let out a piercing squeal of fright, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed hysterically. "Oh, my God!"

Moe maid took a step back and appeared as though she might collapse but managed to steady herself before hitting the ground. "My God… Is she a spirit, My Mistress?"

"Yes, a Yūrei, perhaps," Soaku answered, backing away as well in fright. "No, she is worse… She is… She is an Onryō! "

"An Onryō?"

"Yes, an Onryō! They are malevolent and vengeful apparitions of the dead who were unable to transition to the afterlife due to unresolved and unholy resentments. Their demise was accompanied by intense anger, causing them to manifest in our realm to cause chaos and claim the souls of the living!"

"A grudge?" Himari cried out in a voice laced with desperation. "Lady Mistress Soaku-sama, I hold no grudge, none towards anyone! I just want to come home!"

"Forgive me, but there is no place for you among the living, my dear child," the compassionate dark-haired maid said, placing a hand over her heart. She held the blonde-haired maid close to her bosom, who wept and sobbed in fear against her. "Please, you must proceed to the afterlife. Release your pain and sorrows so that you may find peace, Lady Himari!"

No, no, no... I have not died, nor have I ever died. Why is it so difficult for anyone to see that?

Himari continued sobbing loudly until she looked at the entryway of the main living room and saw her father.

Kihaku, standing by the entrance, was dressed in disheveled nightclothes and presented himself as a feeble, sickly version of his former self. The silver strands in his hair seemed more prominent than ever, and lines of wrinkles etched around his eyes and mouth. His hands appeared twisted and gnarled, his cheeks hollowed, and his complexion sickly pale, indicating further weight loss. It was evident that he had aged significantly since their last encounter, as grief had once again consumed him entirely.

Oh, Father-sama... Not again, Father-sama! No one has been taking care of him since I left! This is my responsibility, but I was not there to help him! What kind of daughter am I?

Kihaku appeared to be revitalized as tired eyes grew wide and regained life as he cried out, " Himari!"

"Father-sama!" Himari exclaimed, her bright amber-gold eyes misting with tears.

Just as the two were on the verge of running towards each other for a reunion, Soaku's commanding voice interrupted the heartfelt moment. "Kihaku, stop right where you are! That thing is not your daughter!"

"But that is Himari, Soaku!" Kihaku replied. "Do you not see her? It is Himari in the flesh!"

"Himari died, Kihaku! What is in front of us is not what you think it is, believe me!"

"All those prayers," Kihaku muttered. "Oh, she has returned! My daughter has returned to me! The Gods brought her back to me! I am overwhelmed with gratitude as all my prayers have been answered!"

"Fool! Pay heed to those strange, unnatural eyes and the pallid cast of her skin! She is even clad in the very same kimono that adorned her during her wake!"

Ignoring his wife's protests and objections, Kihaku advanced along the path toward his daughter as if under a spell. Everything around him seemed to fade away, leaving him solely focused on her presence.

Soaku cried out, "Kihaku, please do not go over there! Listen to me, Kihaku! Stop, I say! I implore you to stop!"

The dark-haired maid wept profusely while tearfully pleading, "Sir, heed your wife's words! Please refrain from approaching her! Sir! Sir! Sir! "

"UNE FANTÔME!" the blonde-haired maid wailed.

✧TRANSLATION: "A GHOST!" the blonde-haired maid wailed.

"Shut up, Emiso!" Soaku commanded, scowling. "Moe, go call for a priest!"

"Yes, My Mistress!" Moe said before dashing into the hallway.

Kihaku touched the sides of Himari's face and exclaimed in relief, "So, you are not an apparition! It is not my mind playing tricks on me again! You are real, you are not a figment of my imagination!"

"Yes, Father-sama. I am not an apparition nor a figment of your imagination. I am real, and I am so, so, so happy that you finally see me."

"You are beautiful," he rasped. "I… I thought I lost you forever!" Kihaku pulled Himari into a deep, loving embrace.

The endearing gesture was unexpected and surrounded Himari with a comforting warmness that warded the bite of winter away. Slowly, she returned the gesture and nuzzled against his chest. "Oh, Father-sama…"

This feels nice. I did not know how much I missed this.

A trembling, distraught Moe peeked out from the hallway and shouted, "My Mistress, the telephone is not working!"

With a frustrated look, Soaku shifted her gaze towards Moe. "What, the telephone is not working? The snow must be heavy out there."

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The unabating winter storm continued to envelop all Yaegashi, showing no signs of relenting. The howling winds whipped through the streets, piling snow high against the buildings and making travel nearly impossible.

The inhabitants of the Katōwamuro estate remained still, mirroring the immobility of the outside world. The comforting warmth of the hearth would have been a source of delight under different circumstances. Despite the screams and cries echoing through the main living room, Soaku's daughters, Saori and Yui, remained in deep slumber.

Soaku and the two maids, Moe and Emiso, stood eerily motionless, their unwavering gaze fixed on the unexpected visitor who had returned from the dead. Kihaku, equally bewildered and scared, continued to hold his daughter tightly in his embrace.

"Could you tell me everything that happened, Father-sama?"

"I do not know where to begin… Himari, I was there when you passed away. I even saw your body in the casket during the wake. I am gladdened that I am able to hold you in my arms once again but how have you returned?"

"I… I do not know," Himari whispered, uncertain. "How exactly did I die, Father-sama?"

"You died of a rare blood disorder that baffled even the most experienced of doctors! It was a terrible thing to see you like that, wilting and withering away like a dying flower."

… A rare blood disorder?

At that moment, Himari's eyes were opened to the truth and severity of the situation.

It became clear that all that had transpired had been orchestrated according to a sick plan, and she realized that she was like a fly ensnared in the intricate web weaved by Muzan. Her heart raced as she struggled to come to terms with the betrayal and manipulation she experienced. The realization that she was nothing more than a pawn in the Progenitor of Demons' twisted game filled her with a mix of anger, fear, and an overwhelming sense of despair.

That despicable bastard... He did something to me! He drugged me, causing me to either die or remain in a state of dormancy long enough to make people believe I had died! After that, he took my body, which is how I ended up in his mansion!

Tears involuntarily streamed down Himari's face, and she realized that she could not stop them from pouring. "Father-sama, are you angry with me?"

"No, why would I be angry with you, Himari?"

"You would be angry with me because you and I had an argument about me getting married to the Ootanis' youngest heir..."

"I would not call that an argument," Kihaku sighed. "You were angry, rightfully so, because I neglected you like I always have. That is why you were acting out of line, to get my attention."

"Acting out of line? How so, Father-sama?"

"Do you not remember, Himari?"

Himari shook her head.

"Well, you were... Never mind that. You were not yourself. I do not need to tell you anything more."

"When I was not myself, did I cause you any grief, Father-sama?"

The silence that ensued told Himari all that she needed to know.

"So, I did cause you grief, Father-sama," she sobbed. "I caused you enough grief to disown me… Gomen'nasai!"

✧TRANSLATION: "So, I did cause you grief, Father-sama," she sobbed. "I caused you enough grief to disown me… I am sorry!"

"Disown you? What are you talking about, Himari?"

"I was disowned by you all. I was stripped of the Maeda-Katōwamuro surname!"

"What? Who told you such things, Himari?"

Himari hesitated before speaking, realizing that there was no use in bringing up Muzan or his involvement. Knowing that her father had not disowned her filled her with such joy that she could not help but smile through tears. "Oh, my…"

I did not have an argument with Father-sama, at least not one that led to my disownment by my family. Father-sama did not disown me!

Kihaku grasped Himari's hands and spoke softly, "Himari, I may have failed as a father, but I could never disown you, not for anything in this world!"

"Yes, but I still caused you grief even though I was not myself! If you were to disown me, it would be understandable."

"Himari, none of those things are important because you are here with me at this moment, even if you are a revenant!"

"Oh, Father-sama..."

Soaku was repulsed and felt nauseated as she listened to Kihaku speak to Himari in a tender and loving manner. "Kihaku, you imbecile, she is not a revenant! That girl is an evil spirit, an Onryō!"

"Soaku, I am exhausted from your constant accusations of Himari being evil! This is going too far! Initially, you labeled her as a devil-child, then claimed she had been possessed by the devil, and now you are calling her an Onryō! When will you put an end to these unfounded claims?"

"Oh, please! The girl died and now she has returned, but somehow, I am the one who is insane?"

"That is irrelevant. Her return is a divine blessing from the Heavens! I have devoted significant time and effort in prayer for this very moment!"

"A divine blessing from the Heavens, you say? Bah! It seems more like a malevolent curse from the depths of Hell! This is unnatural, Kihaku!"

As Himari watched her father and stepmother engage in a heated dispute over her unprecedented return, she felt her heart sink in her chest and a dark sense of despair. She intended to speak up but fell silent as she caught the scent of blood, seizing her attention.

Glancing behind her, Himari noticed the blonde-haired maid had inadvertently cut herself while attempting to gather the porcelain teacups fragments.

Everything moved in slow motion.

Suddenly, Himari felt an intense, agonizing throb in her head that persisted relentlessly. The cause of her pain became clear when she recognized a familiar voice echoing in the depths of her mind. The voice possessed a seductive smoothness, enticing as velvet yet cradled in a sinister malice.

'Kill them.'

The homicidal suggestion was short and abrupt, striking a chord within her.

Amidst the foggy haze clouding her thoughts, Himari identified the voice as belonging to Muzan. Her amber-gold eyes darted around in a frantic search for him only to find that he was nowhere in sight.

What? You! You are here, watching everything, are you not? Why do I hear you like you are inside of my head? Oh, please just leave me alone! Leave me alone!

'Kill them.'

… W-what did you just say?

'I said, kill them.'

Kill… them? Kill who? Who am I supposed to… kill?

'Kill the humans around you, all six of them.'

Okay... But why? Why must I kill them?

'You must kill them because you are starving.'

I am… starving?

'Yes, Himari. You are starving.'

Starving? I am starving? Wait, I am starving! I never noticed how famished I was…

Entranced, Himari's attention was captivated by Muzan's voice, and her pointed ears were solely attuned to him. As a result, she could not hear the overlapping voices of Kihaku and Soaku, as they were drowned out.

'Himari, you must feed.'

'To sate your hunger and increase your strength, you must kill the humans before you and consume them.'

'Kill them.'

I must kill them? Oh, my. I… I do not know. I cannot… I cannot do that… Ohhh, this hunger. My head hurts so much! Ahh…

As Himari's migraine grew more severe, she began expressing her pain through loud, agonized groans and gripping her head with her hands. The disembodied voice of the Progenitor of Demons became more menacing, further exacerbating her pain.

'Kill them.'

'You will kill them all.'

'You will obey.'

'Kill them.'

Oh, my, the pain in my head is unbearable, almost as if it is being torn apart, split in two! I… I… I cannot take it!

Himari sensed the presence of fangs pressing against her bottom lips as they lengthened. Twitching, she covered her mouth and turned away to conceal the emergence of her newfound demonic attributes.

No, please… Not now!

"Himari?" Kihaku asked, his voice rising to a panic. "Himari, are you all right?"

"That damned thing," Soaku muttered, her hands shaking from anger and fright. "Moe, try to call the priest once more!"

When Himari turned to look at Kihaku and Soaku, she found herself increasingly drawn to them and felt a growing appetite that caused her to salivate. Her fangs extended as she started to view the two humans less as her family and more as potential prey. In her mind, their flesh and blood held the promise of satisfying her hunger and bestowing power upon her.

I am so, so, so hungry… No, what am I thinking? That is my father and stepmother, I cannot imagine harming them! I love them, I love them so much!

That moment of clarity and awareness allowed Himari to gradually reassert command over her body. Gritting her fangs, she tried to resist Muzan's dark influence and alert the others that she was possessed, but realized she could not utter a single word.

I cannot say a word, I have lost my voice! Everyone, please run. Hide. Run far away from me! I cannot control myself!

Suddenly, Himari felt her consciousness separate from her physical form, and found herself pulled into the depths of her mind.

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Dark.

Isolated.

Weightless.

A cold touch, a shiver.

Himari awoke to find herself engulfed in a realm of darkness. The blackness appeared to swallow her whole, leaving her disoriented and desperate to find a way to escape. Panic began to set in as she frantically searched for any sign of light or a way out. She was unable to move, as she was kneeling, and her legs felt as heavy as lead.

What is happening? Where am I? What is this place?

Someone, help me!

For a moment, Himari was conscious and aware until an agonizing, unbidden memory that she had suppressed emerged.

FLASHBACK:

With tears streaming down her face, a nine-year-old Himari hurriedly made her way through the corridors, a painful bruise on her forehead. She sought out her father who had recently arrived home from work. "Father-sama!" she called out desperately. "Oh, Father-sama, Saori-chan hit me, and she said that I should die and join my dead mother!"

Kihaku let out a sigh and shook his head. "I do not think Saori meant it like that, Himari."

"But she did, Father-sama, Saori-chan really did!"

"Well, that is strange because I was told that you were the one misbehaving and starting things with your stepsisters in my absence, Himari?"

"Huh? But that is not true, Father-sama!"

"So, are you saying that your stepmother lied to me?" Kihaku questioned, lowering his eyebrows suspicion. "How dare you accuse an adult of lying, Himari? You know better!"

"No, no, no, Father-sama. I do not mean to accuse anyone of lying, but I did not misbehave or started things with my stepsisters while you were gone!"

"Why would your stepmother lie to me? What would she gain from that?"

Himari dropped her head and nervously shifted on the spot as she said, "She… She does not like me! No one likes me here, Father-sama!"

"Enough of this, Himari! I have had enough of your antics! Stop trying to mess up the one good thing we have!"

"But they keep hurting me, Father-sama…"

Kihaku kneeled to the young girl's level and said, "Himari, for us to stay here at the Katōwamuro manor peacefully, we must be strong. You must get along with your stepsisters and not cause any trouble."

"But Father-sama, I—"

"No buts, Himari."

"But—"

"I am serious, Himari!" Kihaku yelled, his face contorting in bitterness and anger. "Stop with your nonsensical lies and rhetoric!"

Startled, Himari recoiled at the intensity of her father's voice, as it was the first time he had ever raised it towards her. The ensuing silence was so profound that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

The gold of Himari's bronze-colored eyes dimmed into a hollow, inky black as she felt nothing but despair. "You… You do not believe me?" she whispered softly.

"Kihaku," a voice interrupted.

The voice belonged to Himari's stepmother, Soaku. The noblewoman was standing by the front door, wearing a fashionable purple velvet dress and a matching couture hat.

Soaku and her daughters were standing by the front door, all of them wearing fashionable attire. "You promised I and my daughters that you would join us for a family outing as soon as you returned," she said. "We must get going, we do not want to be late for the opera."

"Yes, dear. Coming."

"Oh, girls! My sweet Saori and Yui, please do come down! We are leaving!"

Saori and Yui descended the stairs, adorned in exquisite dresses with their lustrous fuchsia hair styled beautifully. Their radiant presences and captivating beauty, particularly Saori's, only served to deepen Himari's sense of being hated, punished, and neglected.

Saori grinned mischievously at Himari, while Yui playfully stuck her tongue out as they strolled by.

With great enthusiasm for attending the opera, Himari timidly inquired, "May I come, too?"

"No, you not may!" Soaku barked viciously. "Bad girls like you must be locked away and disciplined! Now go and complete the chores I wrote on a list in the kitchen for you!"

"More chores? But I have been doing chores all day, stepmother—"

"What did I tell you about calling me your stepmother, girl?" Soaku interjected with a fierce roar. "It is 'Lady Mistress Soaku-sama' to you! Now get back to your chores!"

"Huh? But why? Father-sama, please!"

Kihaku would not meet his daughter's eyes and simply turned away, which caused Himari to break down in tears.

Soaku, satisfied in witnessing her stepdaughter's emotional distress, placed a hand on her hip and smirked deviously. "Kihaku, it is time for us to leave."

"Yes, dear."

Heartbroken and filled with despair, Himari witnessed their departure as they entered the luxury car and drove away, leaving her behind. Standing on the manor's front steps, she gazed longingly at the vehicle as it disappeared from the premises, feeling a deep ache of yearning in her chest. "Father-sama? Father-sama? Father-sama?"

PRESENT:

The painful memory left Himari in a state of profound emotional distress. Overwhelmed by the weight of her sorrow, she sought solace by burying her face in her hands and succumbed to the uncontrollable onslaught of tears.

Why? Why? Why did I have to see that memory?

Himari's tears ceased as she sensed a gentle hand on her back. Raising her gaze, she beheld Muzan before her, clad in a black kimono adorned with silver floral embroidery. His countenance had changed, appearing softer and less menacing, and his crimson eyes held a warmth she had not seen before. Despite this, a sense of unease lingered in his presence.

You... Why are you here?

"I am here because you called for me," he answered, his form kneeling to meet her eye level.

What? I did not call for you. I would never do such a thing!

"You may not have knowingly called for me, Himari, but you called for me subconsciously."

Subconsciously? I do not believe you. I do not believe a word you say! Get out of my mind and leave me alone!

"The world outside of here, are you afraid of it?" Muzan inquired suddenly.

I am not afraid of it any more than I am afraid of you!

"You have every reason to be afraid, Himari, for in under thirty seconds, you will lose all control and slaughter your family. Your subconscious is aware of this and summoned me without your knowledge because it understands that I am the sole individual capable of averting this outcome."

What? I will lose all control and slaughter my family? No, no, no, that cannot happen!

"Then give yourself to me, Himari. Allow me to use your body in your place and thwart the savage desires of your flesh. Know that only I can prevent you from harming all the people you hold dear."

How is that true? You are the cause of my current situation! I know that I was fighting against your control, Master Muzan-sama! You were manipulating me, convincing me that I was starving and coercing me to kill people!

"That was before I saw you and your father," Muzan said. "I was moved by you and his reunion. I do not want your father to die simply because the love he has for you is genuine."

Himari was on the verge of engaging in yet another argument with Muzan until she realized she lacked the energy to do so. She had grown weary of constant disputes and conflicts, feeling drained and devoid of strength to partake in any more.

I am so tired… I am so tired of fighting! I do not want to do this anymore! Please...

"Perhaps you should consider ceasing your resistance against me," Muzan said. "Himari, I can help you free yourself but only if you let go."

Will that be all right?

Muzan smiled.

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Himari's heart wavered under the weight of the memories of loneliness, betrayal, and sorrow she endured as a young girl. Unable to resist Muzan's influence any longer, she closed her eyes and succumbed.

In that moment, she felt her pure, maidenly heart blacken with anger and spite as her demonic nature stirred within her.

'Awaken.'

Himari's instincts of a demonic nature became dominant, causing her fangs and claws to extend, and her eyes to whiten with intense, animalistic rage. What surpassed her appetite was an overpowering surge of pure, blinding fury.

Emiso shrieked at the top of her lungs upon seeing Himari's new devilish appearance. "UNE MONSTRE! UNE DEMON! UNE FAN—"

✧TRANSLATION: Emiso shrieked at the top of her lungs upon seeing Himari's new devilish appearance. "A MONSTER! A DEMON! A GHO—"

The blonde-haired maid suddenly stopped her cries and fell into sudden silence.

"… Emiso? Emiso?"

Emiso's body collapsed onto the ground, leaving Moe in a state of shock as she gazed at the decapitated corpse. Her lips quivered, and a single heart-wrenching cry escaped, echoing the anguish of a mother robbed of her child. The dark-haired maid's eyes shifted from Emiso's lifeless body to the demon standing a short distance away.

The female demon stood in an awkward stance, twitching as an intense aura of pure evil and darkness emanated from her, casting doubt on whether it truly belonged to her.

Moe maid was horrified to see her own limbs lying on the hardwood floor in front of her, causing her eyes to widen in shock. Before she could utter a sound, she was swiftly attacked and torn apart by sharp claws. The deep lacerations and gashes on her terror-stricken face bled profusely and exposed parts of her skull.

For her, death was a mercy. If she had survived her injuries, she would have been left permanently disabled and disfigured. However, in a morbid twist of fate, she died within moments.

'You may feed.'

Like a feral beast, Himari pounced upon the two mutilated corpses and began feeding on them greedily, pushing through bone and rending flesh with her claws and fangs.

"HIMARI!" a voice cried out in deep anguish.

Himari ceased feeding upon the two corpses and turned her head in the direction of the voice, viscera hanging from her mouth. Her eyes centered on a pale, weary man, and she saw his distraught, horrified face.

"Oh, Himari, w-what have you done?" Kihaku faltered, his voice cracking in terror. "What have you done? What have you done?"

'He never believed you.'

He never believed me.

'He never believed a word you said.'

He never believed a word I said.

'He ignored all the terrible, awful things that were happening to you.'

He ignored all the terrible, awful things that were happening to me.

'Your father must pay for all that he has done to you, Himari. You know what must be done.'

'Do not disappoint me.'

Himari rose to her feet with her amber-gold gaze fixed upon Kihaku. "You never cared about me," she spoke in a voice that emanated from deep within, a low and unsettling guttural tone. "You never believed me… You never believed a word I said! "

"W-what?" Kihaku stammered, taking a few steps back. "What are you s-saying, Himari?"

"You wanted a business empire more than you wanted me!"

"No, that is not true! I—"

'Kill him.'

Without wasting another moment, Himari lunged at her father and forcefully restrained him on the floor. Baring her sharp fangs, she moved closer to sink them into Kihaku, her mouth dripping with bloodied saliva that dripped onto his face.

Taken aback, Kihaku firmly grasped his daughter's shoulders, preventing her from clawing and biting at his throat. "Himari, stop this! Your... Your appearance! W-what has happened to your face? You resemble an oni! Himari!"

'Kill him.'

"No! No! Stop this! Stop this, Himari! HIMARI! "

The powerful sound of her father's voice reverberated through the air, snapping Himari back to reality. In that moment, she awakened from her daze and recognized that the figure beneath her was not mere prey but someone incredibly significant in her life: her beloved father. This realization flooded her with memories and emotions, reminding her of the profound bond they shared.

… Father-sama!

'Kill him now.'

No, I do not want to harm him! He is my father!

'You will kill him."

Get out… Get out of my head, get out of my mind, get out of my heart!

Himari let out a piercing scream while clutching the sides of her head. "AAAGGGHHH!"

The same formidable force Himari felt earlier crashed down upon her, and she felt the weight of a thousand tons. She found herself fighting against her demon instincts, the profound urge to rip her own father to shreds, and Muzan's influence over her body yet still beating amidst the savage, animalistic growls of the ravenous female demon was the pure, maidenly heart of the young human woman she was before.

'Kill him.'

No!

'Kill him!'

No!

'KILL HIM!'

No, no, no! I do not want to do this! I do not want to harm anyone, especially not my father! Please, God, Buddha, give me strength to break free of his curse! Please, release me! I beg you to release me! I beg you to release me from his grasp!

RELEASE ME!

Suddenly, time itself stopped.

The heaviness Himari felt crushing her dissipated, vanished, along with the rage she harbored deeply as a numinous warmth filled and surrounded her.

… What?

Himari gasped as she felt the tremendous weight on her lessen and warm, loving hands encircle her. She was filled with a profound sense of peace, reminiscent of nirvana, as tranquil as water lilies and lotus flowers drifting on placid waters.

It was evident to whom the aura belonged to.

Okasan, it is you. Arigatō!

I love my father.

I love him… I cannot kill him. Why would I even try to do that?

Master Muzan-sama, Tsukihiko-san, or whatever title you prefer, I am aware of your presence. Please forgive my interruption, but I must ask you something: Why would you even begin to think that I would be capable of murdering my own father?

At that moment, Himari's demonic features lessened. Her prominent veins disappeared, and her eyes reverted to the color they were when she was human, resembling her father's bronze-colored eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she uttered in a soft, faltering voice, "… F-Father-sama?"

Kihaku's eyes slowly widened as the face of his late wife vanished. The veil of grief lifted from his eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he truly saw his daughter's face, bronze-colored eyes and all. "… Himari. It is you."

'What is this defiance? Devour him immediately.'

Despite the heightened and excruciating headache that Himari felt, it failed to detract from the profound connection she shared with her father. The reignited, rekindled love they felt for one another surpassed any physical discomfort and transcended all mortal wounds.

Father-sama…

'Kill him already.'

Himari whimpered as she tightly pursed her lips and shut her eyes, unable to contain herself any longer. With a pained wail, she wept, "I am deeply sorry for everything! Father-sama, please forgive me! Gomen'nasai, gomen'nasai, gomen'nasai! You only wanted what was best for me, and I made things so difficult for you!"

✧TRANSLATION: Himari whimpered as she tightly pursed her lips and shut her eyes, unable to contain herself any longer. With a pained wail, she wept, "I am deeply sorry for everything! Father-sama, please forgive me! I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry! You only wanted what was best for me, and I made things so difficult for you!"

'Listen to me, wench. Do as I say.'

Kihaku wept as he pleaded, "No, please, do not hold yourself responsible, Himari! It is not your fault; it is mine entirely! I allowed my greed to consume me. I prioritized my career over nurturing a bond with my own daughter! I should be the one apologizing and pleading for your forgiveness!"

'Kill him, Himari!'

Himari was so engrossed in reconciling with her father that she failed to notice that the air reeked of copious amounts of spilled blood. She turned her head and saw the maimed, disfigured corpses of the two maids, their organs and severed limbs visibly masticated and gnawed. The gruesome fashion of how they were slaughtered, and the taste of human flesh and blood upon her tongue proved that she was the one who committed such an egregious crime.

Unable to believe her eyes, Himari let out a horrified shriek. "Oh, m-my… I have killed! I have murdered two people! I have murdered two people! I am a murderer! Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai!"

✧TRANSLATION: Unable to believe her eyes, Himari let out a horrified shriek. "Oh, m-my… I have killed! I have murdered two people! I have murdered two people! I am a murderer! I am sorry! I am sorry! I am sorry!"

"No, do not look over there," Kihaku urged, gently redirecting Himari's gaze towards him. "Do not look over there, Himari!"

"I killed them! I killed them, Father-sama! I am a murderer! I am a murderer!"

At that moment, Kihaku held onto his daughter tightly, unwilling to release her. "Oh, Himari!"

Himari could feel her father's warmth and the strength of his embrace and as she buried her face in his chest, staining him with the blood that coated her.

"We must leave this hellish place!" Kihaku cried out.

"Father-sama, although I yearn to reunite with you, I cannot. I am a demon now. I can no longer be part of your world."

"That is not true, Himari. We can still be together. I am no expert on things of this matter, but I do not think that demons and humans are so different. We can certainly live amongst each other, right?"

"No, Father-sama, that is not possible! It is... unrealistic."

"How so?"

"Well, to begin, I cannot be exposed to the sun..."

"Then I will build a windowless house for us that is underground, if need be, to ensure that sunlight would never reach us."

"There are people who dedicate their lives to slaying demons like me, and rightfully so!"

"Then I will kill whoever tries to harm you!"

"I feed on the blood and flesh of humans!"

"Then I will give you my own blood and flesh, and if it comes to it, I will go out and kill other people!"

"Father-sama, there may come another time when I lose control of myself... What if that happens and I unintentionally cause harm to you?"

"Himari, I am willing to selflessly lay down my life for you, as it is the minimum I can offer in recompense for my role as a terrible father throughout these years. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I long for our relationship to return to its former state. There is nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you, if you will have me!"

With her prominent fangs on display, Himari wept and beamed the largest smile she had ever worn. "Oh, Father-sama!" she exclaimed joyfully. "Yes, yes, yes, of course!"

The key to true happiness lies in love and forgiveness, not in hatred and revenge! Despite the hurtful things my family did to me, I never harbored hatred towards them; my love for them remained steadfast. While pain is fleeting, love endures eternally. I cannot believe that I allowed myself to be influenced by someone devoid of love. I am determined never to let my heart falter again!

Master Muzan-sama, did I not once tell you about love of the sacrificial kind? If you were confused by what I meant, then look closely because you are seeing it right now!

Unbeknownst to Himari and Kihaku, Soaku made her way down the staircase, holding a shotgun tightly in her grasp. With each powerful stride, the stairs reverberated with a thunderous, haunting howl. Fixing her aim on her stepdaughter, she let out a piercing scream before finally squeezing the trigger. "Die!"

A gunshot rang out and the sound echoed off the walls.

The bullet flew in slow motion, wisps of smoke trailing from the shotgun's barrel.

In a matter of milliseconds, just before the bullet reached Himari, Kihaku's unwavering love for his daughter compelled him to act. Without hesitation, he swiftly positioned himself in the path of the bullet.

Himari sensed her father's body stiffen within her embrace, and the sound of his pained gasp reached her pointed ears.

… !

In her embrace, she felt his back being soaked in a warm liquid, which caused her to feel a strong sense of apprehension. With caution, she shifted her gaze towards his back, only to discover that he had sustained a gunshot wound. Before her very eyes, a canvas was slowly becoming engulfed in a deep shade of red, like her lips, evoking the ominous reminder of life's ephemeral nature and all its inherent risks.

N-no…

Kihaku, falling into a state of physical decline, began to cough up blood. Despite his weakening condition, he tightly clung to his daughter, gradually losing strength and warmth in his embrace.

"Father-sama? Father-sama! No, no, no! Father-sama, stay with me, p-please! Do not leave me! " With a sense of alarm, Himari attempted to apply pressure to her father's gunshot wounds, however, her efforts proved ineffective. Blood soaked her hands as a pool of blood quickly formed around them.

So much blood… He will not stop bleeding. He will not stop bleeding!

As Kihaku began emitting a soft gurgling noise, indicating that he was struggling to breathe due to blood collecting in his lungs, Himari cradled his head gently on her lap. Tears streamed down her face as she helplessly witnessed her father drown in his blood from within, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.

Amidst her sorrow, Himari's gaze fell upon the elegant arrangement of white roses on the coffee table, causing her to feel disoriented. The once pure and pristine petals were now tainted and marred with splatters of blood, distorting their inherent beauty.

Ruining them.

"H-hi… ma…" Kihaku spoke in the gentlest and almost inaudible tone that Himari had ever heard. The sound was so faint that a mere human would not have been able to perceive it.

Himari leaned in close to hear his voice and coaxed him to speak louder. "What? Father-sama, what is it that you are trying to say?"

"Wa… r-ri…"

"Yes, Father-sama? I am listening!"

"… Hi… m-me…"

Baffled, Himari stared at him with an expression of pure bewilderment until his cryptic words dawned on her.

Himawarihime, meaning Sunflower Princess. That is what my father used to call me.

Lady Mistress Soaku-sama overheard your mention of my nickname and, motivated by animosity, began referring to me as 'Himawari.' While being called a sunflower does not bother me, her intention behind using this name is purely to mock the nickname my father gave me. It is evident that Lady Mistress Soaku-sama lacks any positive intentions when referring to me in this manner.

"I hear you, Father-sama. Himawarihime is what you said."

A solitary tear cascaded down Kihaku's freckled cheek as his bronze-colored eyes lost their golden luster.

Father-sama is fighting so hard to stay and this time, he is trying to stay just for me.

I need him to let go.

"Aishiteimasu," Himari whispered affectionately to her dying father as she gently planted a tender kiss upon his forehead. "Watashi wa anata o aishiteimasu, soshite, watashi wa daijōbudesu."

✧TRANSLATION: "I love you," Himari whispered affectionately to her dying father as she gently planted a tender kiss upon his forehead. "I love you, and I will be okay."

Kihaku experienced a sense of relief, allowing himself to peacefully embrace the warm darkness of death, as he knew his daughter would be able to manage without him. Gradually, he gently closed his eyes and released his last breath.

In an instant, his life ended, akin to the flickering flame of a candle nearing its end.

The manor, if not the entire world, was still.

Soaku's stammering filled the void that was the soundless atmosphere, almost foolishly so. "Is he dead? He is! I— I did not mean to. It was an accident! I tried to— KIHAKU! Oh my God, Kihaku! I was trying to shoot—"

At that moment, Himari delicately placed her father on the ground before standing up. Her body became adorned with visible veins as her pointed fangs and claws, stained with a magenta hue, grew longer. Additionally, two inward-pointing white crescent-shaped horns emerged from the sides of her head.

"SOAKU!" Himari roared in a low, guttural voice that was not of her own. Her bright amber-gold eyes reflected nothing but anger, vengeance, and certain death as she affirmed, "You will pay for this with your life!"

The hardwood floors creaked due to the volume of intensity of Himari's words.

Despite being visibly frightened by the female demon's deadly glare, Soaku was determined to put up a fight and not surrender easily. Firmly clutching her weapon of choice, she resolutely held her position and refused to yield an inch.

Soft footsteps resonated throughout the house as Yui made her way down the staircase. Clad in a delightful Lolita-style nightgown adorned with a charming rabbit motif, she wore matching slippers that completed her adorable ensemble. The young girl let out a sleepy yawn and gently rubbed her eyes, before inquiring, "Mother, why is there so much noise?"

As Yui's emerald-green eyes fluttered open, the sight that kay before her sent a wave of terror through her petite body, causing her to let out a piercing scream. "EEEHHH? BLOOD? ONI-HIMARI? EEEHHH? Oh my God, Father! Why are you lying there in so much blood? Why are you not moving?"

"Yui, go upstairs," Soaku commanded. "Make sure you and Saori stay upstairs until I go up there."

"But Mother—"

"I MEAN IT, YUI!"

The noblewoman let out a subdued sigh and clenched her chattering teeth while remarking, "The sight of you with horns protruding from your head is an unnecessary confirmation of your devilish nature. Nevertheless, that is now inconsequential because your life will now come to an end, and we will finally be free from your presence!"

Soaku demonstrated enhanced confidence as she firmly grasped the shotgun, discharging it without any hesitation. The subsequent recoil forcefully propelled her backwards.

Himari sustained a direct gunshot wound to her chest, right above her heart. The impact caused her to stumble slightly, but she maintained an upright position and displayed an inhuman resilience in reaction to the injury.

I feel no pain.

"I am determined not to meet my demise in this place!" Soaku declared. The noblewoman appeared visibly agitated by Himari's unresponsive demeanor, which only caused her to firmly grasp the firearm even more. "One of us will be condemned to the depths of Hell, and rest assured, it will not be me!"

Soaku shot Himari once again.

Then, again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Himari stood still, her body bearing evident gunshot wounds that were bleeding profusely. Unbeknownst to Soaku, these wounds were gradually healing and regenerating with every passing moment.

My father is dead.

Nothing matters to me anymore.

Soaku's disturbed expression turned to disbelief as she squeezed the trigger once again, only to find that she had run out of ammunition. "Huh? I am out of bullets... How is this possible? How are you still alive and in one piece? Why will you not die? How—"

The noblewoman's sentence came to an abrupt halt as she realized that one of her arms was inexplicably absent, not within her peripheral vision.

Within the span of half a second, Himari had aggressively lunged at Soaku and tore off her arm. The female demon assumed a feline-like posture, crouching in a corner and voraciously chewing the noblewoman's severed arm before discarding it onto the hardwood floor.

Soaku noticed her arm lying a distance away from her and a few moments later, the excruciating pain engulfed her. In a state of pure agony, she let out a piercing scream, overwhelmed by agonizing torment as blood showered and sprayed her surroundings from the stump of her arm. The noblewoman lost her footing on the bloodied floor and fell, overcome by her tears and screams of anguish.

When Soaku gained enough strength and willpower to bear the pain, she attempted to crawl to the shotgun her severed arm still grasped. Heaving and crying out in agony, she used her intact arm and her short, thick legs to propel herself forward. Her upper arm strength and leg strength were low, so as she was dragging herself with all her might, she was mostly stationary.

Himari watched as the obese noblewoman struggled to crawl over her own mounds of fat and constantly slip in the slick sea of carmine. With the intent of finishing the noblewoman off, she took a few steps towards her.

Soaku screamed in terror at the sight of the approaching demoness and began crawling away at a faster pace. She accidentally leaned on the stump of her severed arm and screamed in pain, but her scream was cut short when something clamped around her throat.

The noblewoman felt herself being lifted off the ground, her feet dangling beneath her. Her corpulent body shook with fear as her remaining hand reached upward to claw at her stepdaughter's hands.

At that moment, Soaku and Himari met eyes.

Soaku's emerald-green eyes, pleading for mercy, locked with Himari's demonic amber-gold eyes, reflecting cold indifference.

Himari's unwavering grip remained firm, her arms demonstrating pulsating veins as she exerted consistent pressure on Soaku's soft, flabby neck.

I feel… powerful.

Desperately seeking mercy, Soaku struggled to breathe and vigorously kicked her legs to free herself. In her distress, tears flowed from her swollen, bloodshot eyes as she wordlessly implored compassion.

Yet I feel… nothing.

Soaku's facial complexion transitioned from a subtle pinkish hue to a deep violet, and eventually to a faint blue shade. She desperately clawed at Himari's arm while her mouth resembled that of an asphyxiated fish, gaping wide open.

Himari witnessed the noblewoman's struggle for breath but gained no pleasure from it, so she eventually lost interest in the situation. She forcefully applied even more pressure to Soaku's neck, resulting in a sickening, echoing cracking sound that could be heard all throughout the manor.

Soaku's body went limp, her hand that was once desperately trying to free herself falling to her side.

Silence.

The female demon let the lifeless body of the noblewoman fall to the ground, displaying a complete lack of empathy.

I killed her.

I just killed my stepmother.

I do not feel anything. I know I should feel something, but I do not. Why is that? Am I far past the point of even the most poignant sorrow, remorse, and regret? Is this yet another symptom caused by the curse of being a demon?

Upon hearing movement upstairs, Himari's pointed ears perked up. With an empty, apathetic gaze, she ascended the stairs to finish what the darkness in her heart had wanted all along.

YUI

Yui raced up the stairs, hyperventilating and gasping for air. She was utterly bewildered by the horrific scene she saw downstairs: Kihaku sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood, a frightening-looking Himari standing over him, and Soaku gripping a shotgun aimed at Himari.

The young girl burst into her older sister's room and cried out, "Saori! Saori, wake up! Please wake up! Wake the hell up right now!"

Saori let out an aggravated groan as she was abruptly pulled out of her deep sleep. "Oh, my God, what is it, Yui?"

"It is Himari!" Yui shouted. "Himari has returned from the grave, and she looks like a demon!"

Saori stared at her younger sister in disbelief and asked, "Are you having those nightmares again?"

"No, Saori! Listen to me for once, will you? It is Himari! She is downstairs!"

"Are you telling the truth, Yui?"

"YES!"

"She… Himari is downstairs? But she died, Yui! How can she be downstairs? God, if I find out you are joking—"

That was when Saori heard the echoes of several gunshots, confirming the truth in Yui's words. "Is Mother down there?" she gasped, anxious and flooded with fear.

"Yes, she is! I did not want to leave her down there, but she has a shotgun!"

"Where is Father?"

Yui's eyes filled with tears as she cast her gaze downwards, the droplets of her sorrow damping her nightgown. She tried to hold back her sobs, but they escaped her lips in quiet gasps.

Saori grasped her younger sister's arms, shaking and pressing her for an answer. "Yui, where is Father?"

"I saw h-him," the young girl stammered. "I s-saw him downstairs… He was dead! Father is dead, Saori!"

"How can you be sure that he was dead?"

"H-He was laying in his own blood!" Yui wept hysterically. "Himari killed him! I saw her standing by him, covered in blood. She killed him, Saori! She killed Father! She even killed our maids, Moe and Emiso!"

Somehow, Himari has returned from the dead and murdered her own father... I mourn Father's death, as he was a kind man, but I can only wish for Mother to meet a similar fate. She always saw me as a mere tool and considered my life to be her own! Now I must escape and go to Ikuo!

"We have to get out of here, Yui!" Saori exclaimed, jumping out of her bed and changing from a nightgown. "We must escape before it is too late."

"But we cannot leave, Saori! Mother told us to stay upstairs!"

"We are leaving, Yui!"

"W-what? But Mother said—"

"It does not matter what Mother said, Yui! Since Himari is one of the undead, there is no guarantee that a shotgun will kill her! We must leave before she comes to kill us as well."

"We are leaving without Mother?"

"Yes, we are leaving without her. We have no choice."

Yui was in disbelief at the words spoken by her older sister. The thought of leaving her mother with a murderous, bloodthirsty demon was incomprehensible to the young girl. She could not imagine abandoning her mother, and while she did not know how she could help, leaving was out of the question.

Sensing her younger sister's reluctance, Saori gently rested her hands upon Saori's shoulders to console her. Yui, mothers make sacrifices to protect their children all the time. That is the reason why Mother instructed us to stay upstairs, is it not?"

"Well, yes…"

"Now is our opportunity to escape, Yui. It is now or never."

Yui pondered for a moment before nodding and responding, "Oki-dokie!" Then she frowned as she said, "Oh, I cannot find Fuwapo anywhere up here!"

"Yui, that cur will be fine. Animals are better at survival than us humans. Hurry up!"

"Wait, I need to get one last thing!" Yui rushed to her bedroom, her curly pigtails bouncing behind her, and came back with a stuffed rabbit. "Oh, I just could not bear to leave Mister Hops behind!"

Imbecile! She is wasting our precious time! I am not dying in this cursed manor because of her!

"Whatever, Yui, we need to leave! Come on!"

The two sisters hurried down the grand hallway that led downstairs until they saw a white figure standing at the far end of the corridor.

… That is Himari!

Himari donned a white floral kimono soaked in blood, with crimson spatter adorning her fair countenance. Illuminated by the moonlight, her skin and attire appeared almost translucent, resembling a hauntingly beautiful wraith bespattered with blood.

"Himari, it truly is you!" Saori shrieked, horrified and shocked. "What is the meaning of this? You perished!"

Himari remained silent but slightly parted her full lips, exposing her menacing, bloodstained fangs.

Saori felt a chill run down her spine as she laid eyes on her late stepsister, drenched in blood and bearing fangs like a vampire, but she concealed her fear well. Instead, she let out a mocking laugh and said, "I was informed that you were responsible for Father's demise, as well as the deaths of the two maids', demise, and quite possibly Mother's as well, given your presence here with us."

Silence.

The manor lay quiet until Saori suddenly erupted into a fit of laughter, the sound echoing down the corridor.

Yui gazed up at her older sister, perplexed by her sudden burst of laughter. "Saori…"

"Do not be afraid, Yui!" Saori laughed. "It is only Himari, our pitiful stepsister, no matter how much she alters her appearance. She will forever remain the worthless, lowly housemaid with the scent of floor cleaner and mackerel. Is that not right, Himari?"

"Saori, please do not provoke her!" Yui pleaded with tears in her eyes. "Look at how intensely she is gazing at us, as if we are her next meal! I believe it is time for us to go!"

"Why? Are you afraid, Yui? I am not. I do not know what happened between her and Mother downstairs, but I can take her, even in my heavily pregnant state!"

Suddenly, a heavy, ominous sensation enveloped the surroundings, causing their legs to weaken and buckle with dread. The atmosphere grew uncomfortably dense, making it difficult to inhale, and the sound of their own heartbeat reverberated in their ears.

Yui clutched her plush rabbit tightly to her chest, feeling a wave of fear as her bladder betrayed her, and then experiencing the warmth of liquid running down her legs. Paralyzed with fear, she stood in the puddle of her own urine.

Saori felt the intimidating presence and started to retreat slowly, trembling and perspiring heavily. She instinctively shielded her pregnant stomach, as she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure.

What is this sudden feeling that came over me? It is an overwhelming and palpable sense of dread!

Himari stepped forward, her eerie gaze suggesting that she saw Saori and Yui merely as prey, devoid of any recognition or connection to the individuals she once knew and lived amongst.

"S-She is coming!" Yui stammered. "W-what do we d-do, Saori?"

Saori pondered her next move, realizing that her chances of survival in any scenario were minimal. She considered waiting for Himari to draw near, then slipping past her with Yui when an opportunity arose, or swiftly turning around with Yui and making a break for it.

Saori, unable to come up with a better alternative, opted for the one situation that ensured her safety and hers alone.

"Saori, what do we do? Himari is coming—" The young girl's words were cut short when her own sister pushed her towards Himari, knocking her to the floor. "EEEKKK!"

"Goodbye, Yui!" Saori shouted as she swiftly turned and fled without even a brief glance back.

Yui was unable to comprehend that her own sister had betrayed her in such a despicable manner, and she let out a piercing scream as she watched Saori disappear further down the hall. "What? Saori! Saori! Why, Saori? FUCK!"

I cannot believe that Saori left me... She betrayed me! My own sister betrayed me!

Yui turned around and noticed a set of bloodied socks and zori right in front of her. When she looked up, she saw Himari gazing at her and leaning in. Himari's hands reached out and grasped Yui's arms, as if she intended to assist her up from the floor.

Oh...?

Trusting Himari's aid, Yui rose to her feet and breathed a sigh of relief. She stood facing Himari until she felt Himari's grip on her arms begin to tighten. "Huh? Himari, stop! You are hurting me! Stop, please! KIYAHHH!"

The female demon's hold became unfathomable, akin to the fierce, relentless coil of a boa constrictor. With her magenta-stained claws gouging into Yui's flesh far enough to collide with bone.

With a startling intensity, Himari's grasp on Yui's arms was incredibly unfathomably, akin to the unwavering coil of a boa constrictor. Her claws, stained with vibrant magenta, deeply gouged into Yui's flesh with alarming force, colliding with bone. This agonizing terror ensued, resulting in the unimaginable horror of Yui's arms being torn from her body.

"EYAHHH!" An anguished wail fled from Yui's lips as her delicate arms were violently torn from her body, causing her to throw back her head and release howls and screams that epitomized sheer terror. Her harrowing screams filled the air as she endured the savage assault, being viciously attacked by a creature bearing a resemblance to her deceased stepsister. With no mercy, this bloodthirsty beast sank its fangs into the young, tender flesh of Yui's throat.

The overwhelming waves of fear and unbearable agony engulfed Yui's entire being. Her voice was silenced by the ravaging of her throat from Himari's fangs, making it impossible for her to release a cry of pain. The helpless young girl found herself being devoured alive, with no possibility of escape. Soon, the pain numbed and grew dull as Yui succumbed to the loss of an excessive amount of blood and the shutting down of her organs.

Help... me...

Eventually, Yui's life came to an end, her existence and the light in her emerald-green eyes extinguished.

SAORI

Saori sprinted desperately through the corridor, a pang of regret weighing heavily on her heart for betraying her own sister. The piercing pleas and cries of Yui suddenly ceased, replaced by the chilling echoes of blood splattering and coating the corridor walls. Saori was aware of the tragic fate that had befallen Yui, and she was determined to take every possible measure to avoid a similar outcome.

Oh, Yui... I had no other choice! We had the opportunity to flee sooner, but you hindered us! Your demise is not my responsibility; it lies with you!

I am determined to stay alive as my child has yet to experience their first breath! I must escape immediately for the sake of both Ikuo and our unborn child

I am coming to be with you, Ikuo.

Finally, Saori reached the end of the corridor, and she swiftly descended the stairs and hurried into the kitchen. She seized the largest, sharpest knife available, a Chef's knife, before dashing towards the main living room. Her bare feet became stained with blood, creating a disquieting sound as she walked on the gory hardwood floors. There, she saw the bodies of Soaku, Kihaku, and the two maids, Moe and Emiso, lying motionless, presenting a gruesomely haunting scene.

So, they are all dead...

Saori's heart twinged at the sight of her deceased parents lying on the floor, but the sensation was albeit fleeting. In truth, Saori held a deep resentment towards her family. She resented her mother for restricting the freedom she believed she should have, and she did not feel much affection towards Kihaku because he was not her biological father. He merely filled the role of her real father, who had abandoned them and started a new family with another woman.

I have no concern for these fools who met their demise! In a sense, Himari did me a favor!

As Saori reached out her arm to open the front door of the Katōwamuro manor, she caught a glimpse of Himari standing behind her from the corner of her eye. The door was within reach, but Himari's daunting presence interrupted her action.

This murderous bitch... I know exactly what she needs. I can take her.

Saori's expression transformed as she turned around to confront Himari, concealing the knife discreetly behind her back. In that moment, her beautiful countenance softened into a maternal visage, a side to her that had rarely been seen before. "Oh, my sweet Himari," she cooed in a gentle, affectionate tone. "Look at the chaos you have created! It seems you have not satisfied your thirst for bloodshed, have you?"

Silence.

"Rest assured, Himari, you will no longer have to bear any concerns or burdens, for I will alleviate them for you... NOW DIE! " Saori revealed the concealed knife from behind her back and poised it menacingly to strike Himari.

However, in a swift and overpowering motion, Himari forcefully pierced her hand into Saori's abdomen, resulting in a disturbingly wet noise.

Shocked, Saori's mouth gaped wide open, yet no sound escaped her lips. Her trembling hand released the knife as it slipped from her grasp.

H-how…? How did she...

Squelching sounds were heard as Himari's clawed hand moved around inside of Saori's stomach. Saori cried out and experienced a sickening tug as her flesh, internal organs, and intestines were torn apart. As the relentless agony intensified, Himari ruthlessly tore Saori apart from within, causing blood to pool around her feet. The excruciating pain was unbearable, with each moment feeling like an eternity. The gaping wound in Saori's abdomen oozed blood uncontrollably, further adding to her suffering. The invasive, tormenting assault persisted until a chilling thud echoed through the corridor, marking the gory culmination as something was thrust onto the bloodied hardwood floor.

Blood seeping from her lips, Saori glanced at the ground and noticed a peculiarly shaped mass of tissue. Upon closer inspection, she recognized it as her unborn fetus, at a developmental stage of over twenty weeks, with tiny fingers and toes fully formed.

My baby... I and Ikuo's baby...

Saori stood, breathing heavily and quivering, her body enduring excruciating pain and overwhelming grief. She was in a state of shock, unable to grasp the gravity of the recent events, as her blood and intestines continued to leak out of her through the gaping wound in her abdomen.

I have lost too much blood… I do not want to die having not spoken to Ikuo! I did not... I did not imagine my life would end like this!

"Curse y-you," Saori whispered through the choking of her own blood filling up her lungs. Weakly, she reached out for Himari's shoulders, her bloodied hands causing her grip to falter. "I c-curse you, Himari… I curse y-you! I curse y—"

The manor fell silent once more, as Saori was unable to utter her vengeful last words before her demise.

HIMARI

A profound sense of weightiness filled the atmosphere, impeding one's ability to breathe comfortably.

Slowly, Himari came to consciousness and found herself kneeling on the hardwood floors.

… What happened?

The kimono Himari wore became a haunting sight, stained deeply with blood, obscuring its once pristine white beauty. Even the silvery ends of her hair were matted and coated in dried blood, a grim testament to the violence that had taken place.

I smell and taste blood... Why, I am covered in it! There is blood everywhere, all over the floor! How did this happen?

The unsettling presence of a metallic essence, accompanied by the taste and texture of human flesh, was in her mouth. What troubled her deeply was her unexpected inclination towards enjoying this taste. Her lips were stained with blood, which she tasted and licked with a mixture of greed and self-loathing. The demonic desires that had awakened within her were too difficult to resist.

Himari shifted her gaze towards her side and was met with the sight of a woman's face frozen in a state of sheer terror, a face she recognized as the dark-haired maid. The woman's eyes, icy and glazed, locked onto Himari's amber-gold ones. She lay on the ground with her spine fully exposed and unnaturally arched, giving the impression that she had been attacked from behind. It seemed as if something had consumed her from within before extracting her backbone to leave her lifeless form behind. Next to the dark-haired maid laid the maimed, decapitated corpse of the young maid with blonde hair.

"KIYAHHH!" Frightened, Himari scrambled to run away but slipped in the pool of blood.

No… N-no… Everyone…

Soaku lay motionless on the ground, her eyes bloodshot and bulging, her neck showing signs of bruising, and her puckered lips swollen and discolored. Furthermore, one of her arms was missing from her body.

Various parts of Yui's petite body were sprawled in different locations. The dismembered head got lost amid the chunks of flesh, and her torso affixed to the wall with a fireplace poker lodged in her chest. Her limbs were severed and scattered at a distance, with only the bones remaining. Portions of her skull were visible, while her face was unrecognizable due to extensive damage and tissue consumption.

Saori's disemboweled body was found in a slumped position against the wall. Her abdomen bore a deep, wide wound through which her intestines were visible, having been extensively damaged and disrupted. The visceral organs exhibited signs of severe trauma and disturbance, appearing mangled and chewed.

There, in the heart of everything, lay her father's lifeless body. Unlike the mangled rest, his form remained unharmed and untouched. With closed eyes, he appeared as if peacefully slumbering, as if it were any other day in the manor, untouched by the gruesome scene of chaos surrounding him.

Himari was overcome with nausea, causing her to part her lips and let out a bloodcurdling scream, an anguished whimper, as her heart was mercilessly ripped apart and shattered into pieces. The sight of her hands drenched in blood and her claws stained with crimson confirmed that she was the perpetrator behind these heinous acts.

Everyone… They are all dead! Am I… Am I the one who did this? No, that cannot be! I do not believe this. This c-cannot be real. No, no, no, no, no, no—

Suddenly, Himari heard applause coming from behind her, accompanied by a voice she knew all too well.

"Himari, I must say, I am thoroughly impressed. Well done."

N-no… It is him!

With a sense of trepidation, Himari glanced in the direction of Muzan approaching her. His white attire retained its immaculate whiteness, standing out against the surrounding viscous crimson liquid. The Demon Lord scoffed and tauntingly remarked, "You appear quite lovely drenched in blood. Red becomes you."

Himari attempted to voice her frustration towards him, but soon realized that her voice was stifled, as if her throat had been clamped shut.

My voice! Where is my voice? D-do not come any closer!

"I apologize for initially lacking faith in your abilities," Muzan continued. "I had doubts about whether you would fulfill your tasks, but I must admit, Himari, you have done an excellent job. You efficiently eliminated the members of your household and two unrelated individuals without showing any mercy. I must express my utmost admiration for your exceptional abilities. With the appropriate guidance and structured discipline, you have the potential to achieve great heights and become something, far, far greater... Perhaps you could possibly elevate yourself to the upper echelons of my league, yes?"

"N-no… I hate you. They are all dead… They are all dead because of you! "

"Hm? I have not a hand in this," Muzan scoffed. "This is entirely your doing."

"But you brought me here, knowing that I would lose control over myself!" she yelled. "You orchestrated everything, so this is your fault! I hate you! No, I despise you!"

"Yet you brutally ended their lives and even dragged their corpses here to revel in your work," Muzan continued. "I never would have imagined that you possessed such a nefarious side. Confess that you took pleasure in it, Himari!"

Distraught, Himari buried her face in her hands and rocked back and forth while tears streamed down her cheeks. "No, no, no! You are lying! Stop s-speaking falsehoods and lies, please!"

"The hatred you harbored for your family deep in your heart enticed you, and you fell prey to it. Himari, admit that you despised your family—" Upon sensing that they were being watched, Muzan turned his head to see a small, white shih tzu adorned in pink standing in the doorway.

Fuwapo!

"Fuwapo, you say?"

Ignoring the unfamiliar pale man with serpent-like eyes and the sight of the mangled familiar corpses that laid, Fuwapo ventured forward. It sniffed its way through the blood-soaked floor, determined to reach Himari. Upon reaching her, it positioned itself in front of her, barking excitedly. " Yip! Yip, yip, yip!"

Fuwapo…

Himari noticed the distasteful glint in Muzan's piercing, plum red eyes and realized that he was about to inflict harm on the small dog. She cried out, "Stop, do not hurt it! Fuwapo, run! "

With one fluid movement of his arm, Muzan swiftly terminated the unfortunate canine. Fuwapo's body was slammed against the wall on the other side of the room, resulting in a graphic spectacle of blood and entrails scattering across the vicinity, as if enhancing the already macabre ambiance. With the nerves still attached, one of its eyes rolled and turned its gaze towards them.

"Oh my, God!" Himari screamed in terror, sobbing hysterically. "You killed Fuwapo! What did you do that for? I will never forgive you!"

The Demon Lord chuckled maliciously and remarked, "You, the demon who just slaughtered her entire household, including two innocent souls, has the audacity to speak? How heartless of you to grieve for a cur's life more than for the humans you have mercilessly taken."

Himari felt the gravity of Muzan's words, bowing her head in sorrow and shedding tears as she accepted the painful truth.

I am the one responsible for this. I am the root of all these troubles. If I had not harbored such deep hatred for them in my heart, none of this would have ever happened. I succumbed to my emotions and lost control of myself, which caused the deaths of all these people...

I am sorry, Okasan.

Muzan abruptly snapped his fingers in front of Himari's face to capture her attention. "Himari, have you considered my previous request?"

"W-what? What request are you talking about?"

In that instant, a memory of a conversation with Muzan resurfaced in Himari's mind. The recollection was vivid, as if it were unfolding before her eyes.

"It means that I want you to become mine; mind, body, and soul. You shall live alongside me as my kept girl, a pet of some sorts."

"Oh, that..."

"So, what do you say? How about it?"

Silence.

'Answer me, Himari.'

As Himari spoke in a flat and emotionless manner, her once vibrant and glowing amber eyes transformed into a solemn shade of inky black. "I have no desire to belong to you, but do I even have a say in the matter? You have already dictated my fate."

The Demon Lord remained silent and simply smirked, his face displaying a twisted sense of self-satisfaction.

"I was weak and allowed you to cause me to kill my own family," Himari continued. "I allowed you to manipulate me and sowed the seeds of darkness in my heart!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is so! You sowed the seeds of hatred and bitterness within me! I was fine before I met you!"

"Do not give me too much credit, Pet. I only unearthed what was already there."

Himari, deeply offended by Muzan's insinuation, asked. "What do you mean, you only unearthed what was already there?"

"In truth, I never instilled anything in you, I only gave you the weapons," Muzan said, referring to her bloodied claws. "Ultimately, the fate of your family depended on you."

"How can you say such a callous thing?"

"There is no need to for you to feel any remorse for your actions, Himari, as those individuals deserved nothing short of death. They were loathsome, parasitic maggots who brought no value and served no purpose other than to harm you. Your inherently innocent and compassionate nature prevented you from recognizing the truth, leading to a repetitive cycle of self-destruction. In their stead, you killed yourself numerous times to gain their love and affection."

I… I killed myself numerous times?

Suddenly, the faces that were once on the lifeless bodies vanished, and Himari's face appeared in their place. The female demon was presented with the multiple deceased versions of her human self, almost slaughtered beyond recognition.

Himari saw herself lying motionless on the hardwood floor with a gunshot wound, surrounded by a pool of blood. She also saw her own severed head lying a short distance away from her decapitated corpse, her face expressing pure fear and anguish with gently parted lips.

All of them… All of them are me! Did I truly do this to myself? Just how many murders did I commit?

"I cut for them, I bled for them, I cried for them, I suffered so that they did not have to. I murdered myself so many times to appease them, but it was never enough! I was never enough!"

Why? Why did my stepmother never love me?

Muzan suddenly appeared behind Himari and leaned in close to her ear. His voice, a chilling whisper, gently caressed her pointed ear as he spoke. "Now that you are no longer bound by them, none of that holds any significance. Himari, you are free."

Free? Why does being free feel so awful? I would prefer to remain bound in shackles and chains!

"The taste of freedom may initially seem unpleasant, but that sensation is fleeting," Muzan chuckled maliciously. "Himari, you are utterly radiant, like your name suggests, but even in young, innocent maidens like you, there exists a hint of darkness. At first sight, I glimpsed that darkness within you, I found it captivating and exquisite. Therefore, I invite you to join me. Join me, Himari. Become mine— mind, body, and soul."

Himari shut her eyes and sought and beseeched for guidance, mercy, absolution, and deliverance through her prayers. She sensed as though she was surrendering her soul to the epitome of evil, and in a sense, she was.

I am alone. I have nobody left. I must go with him, as I have no other option. Oh, dear God, Buddha, whoever is in control of all things, please show me mercy, I pray!

"Do not lament and linger on the past, Himari," Muzan consoled her, his voice oddly soothing and comforting. "You are not at fault and have committed no wrong, as they all deserved their fate. Remorse escapes you because I saved you from that."

Upon hearing those words, Himari paused from feeling the depths of despair and was instead consumed by rage at Muzan's callous remarks. Speaking in a grim, somber tone, she said, "Do you truly think you saved me? No, you have damned me! You led me to take numerous lives, and now I am destined to suffer in eternal hellfire!"

"How foolish the god you worship must be if you think you would be condemned despite enduring so much pain," Muzan derided with a low scoff.

"You poisoned me… You infected me with your disease, and your accursed blood has blackened my veins! You have introduced me to lust, hatred, and selfishness! Because of you, I am a sinner. Because of you, I am a murderous beast! Because of you, I will never reunite with my parents in the afterlife! "

I am destined to never experience the joy of reuniting with my parents in Heaven, as the Gods have forsaken me!

"There are no gods, Himari."

"Yes, there is!"

"How so?"

"If there is pure evil, then pure good must exist. It must!"

"You are unaware of what you speak of. I have lived for more than a millennium, and I have never beheld the face of Buddha."

"As if Buddha would appear to an evil man like you!"

Muzan crouched down to Himari, the ends of his pristine white cloak becoming tainted by the blood creeping up the fabric. With a deathly serious expression, he locked eyes with her and said, "Hold your tongue."

"Why?" Himari contested. "Why should I? What is the point of obeying you?"

"Himari."

"Everyone I have ever loved is gone; there is nothing more you can do to me. I have nothing left to lose!"

"Himari, refrain from uttering another syllable," Muzan cautioned with an ominous tone.

"I understand now that you were envious of me all along!" Himari proclaimed, her voice hoarse and strained with passionate anguish. "You envied me for having a family who loved me and a place to call home, while you are old, alone, and miserable!"

Muzan seized the female demon's throat with one hand, lifting her high in the air and strangling her.

Himari was suspended in the air, her body limp and devoid of strength. Her vocal cords were constricted, rendering her unable to utter a single word. Resigned to her fate, she sealed her eyes in acceptance because she no longer had the will to go on.

Please just kill me! Let me die. I have taken the lives of my own family, leaving me with no reason to continue living. The debt of blood must be settled with blood.

The Demon Lord experienced a sudden shift in attitude and released Himari from his grasp.

Himari landed on the blood-soaked hardwood floors with a wet sound. Drenched in blood, she screamed, "Why will you not kill me?"

Muzan let out a quiet sigh as he fixed his lingering gaze on Himari before turning away from her pained face. "Death by my hands would be too merciful for you. Farewell."

"Farewell? Where are you going?"

"I am departing as you have always desired, Himari. You shall roam and wander the earth alone, just as you once wished."

"What? But why? Why are you leaving?"

"Why does it matter? Were you not adamant that you did not require my presence in your life?"

"Yes, I was, but that was before you made me kill my family! I have no one now..."

"That is none of my concern," Muzan icily stated, refusing to reconsider his decision. "I wish you well, Himari."

Himari watched as Muzan left the manor, experiencing a pang of sorrow in her heart. She longed to say something, anything, to make him linger and persuade him to stay, but her lips remained still. Tears welled in her eyes as the chasm widened between her and the only man who comprehended her plight, even though he was its source, as he walked away.

Please... Master Muzan-sama, please do not leave me... Do not leave me!

Upon hearing her internal pleas, Muzan abruptly halted in his steps. "What was that, Himari?"

"I know you were hearing my thoughts... I said, do not leave me! Please do not forsake me, Master Muzan-sama!"

The Demon Lord faced her, unmoving, with chillingly vacant eyes. His expression was inscrutable, yet unmistakably unpleasant.

Himari could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on her, sending shivers down her spine. The silence between them was suffocating, and she failed to find any words to break it. Despite the shackles of fear gripping her, she shifted her body into a deeply apologetic posture and prostrated herself before him. She kneeled and bowed with her head touching the red, slicked hardwood floor.

"I should not have said those things to you, Master Muzan-sama… It was wrong of me. Gomen'nasai!"

✧TRANSLATION: "I should not have said those things to you, Master Muzan-sama… It was wrong of me. I am sorry!"

Muzan remained unimpressed and unmoved by Himari's apology. "Have you made a decision regarding my proposal?"

"Yes, I have decided that I will join you but only on one condition..."

"What is your condition?"

Himari swallowed a lump in her throat and gathered the courage to exclaim, "You must let me bury these people!"

After a prolonged period of silence, Muzan callously provided his response. "No."

"No? What do you mean, no?"

"I will not allow you to bury anyone, for it is meaningless and a waste of time."

"Then I am not joining you!"

"It appears that you are misunderstanding the situation, Himari," Muzan laughed sinisterly. "You are not able to make demands as you lack control and power. I invited you to join me simply to hear you pledge your allegiance, but that is inconsequential now."

Before Himari could respond, darkness enveloped the world. Within the echoing void, she heard the damning words that sealed her fate.

'I own you.'

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Upon opening her eyes, Himari found herself in a completely unfamiliar location. It appeared to be a traditional Japanese manor, characterized by its high stone walls, tatami mats, shoji screens, and exquisite wood craftsmanship.

Where am I? How did I get here? What is this place?

"This is your permanent residence," Muzan stated unsettlingly, his voice startling Himari as she had not noticed his presence behind her. "This estate is protected by a potent barrier, rendering it undetectable and impervious to sunlight. Follow me."

My permanent residence?

The two demons proceeded along the corridor until they reached a fusama door adorned with a hand-painted depiction of cranes, mountains, and rivers. The fusama doors slid open unassisted, unveiling a bathhouse equipped with a shower and a deep, steep-sided ofuro soaking tub at its heart. A pale green speckled kimono and socks were neatly folded on a bench, ready for her.

Before Muzan left, he said, "Clean and dress yourself well. I will return for you once you are finished. Do not do anything unwise."

Shaking with nervousness, Himari cautiously entered the bathhouse and removed her blood-soaked clothing. As she stood underneath the shower head for a rinse, the water fell upon her like a peaceful rain and its warmth washed away the blood that had been stuck to her skin. Still, her frail body could not stop shaking from terror. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she was confronted with the haunting faces and images of the individuals she had killed. She shut her eyes and drew deep breaths, attempting to cleanse herself of her pain, fears, and trauma.

The water took on a pink hue as the blood blended with the shower water and streamed down the drain. After what seemed like an eternity, the water ran clear, and she emerged from the shower.

Thoroughly rinsed, Himari tied her hair up and pinned it into a bun on top of her head before stepping into the soaking tub. As she immersed herself in the water, she drew in a deep breath and submerged herself beneath the surface. Holding her breath, she closed her eyes tightly, and fragments of the events at the Katōwamuro manor flashed through her mind.

The two maids.

Lady Mistress Soaku-sama.

Saori-chan.

Yui-chan.

Fuwapo.

Father-sama.

Himari emerged from the water, gasping for air and whimpering. Her heart raced with grief, remorse, and guilt weighing heavily on her chest.

Everyone… I murdered each of you! I am so, so, so sorry! Please forgive me! I… I have nothing. I have nothing. I am all alone. I truly belong to him! It has been such Hell belonging to a man as cruel as that!

I wonder… What is the point of continuing this cursed life?

Distraught, Himari glanced at her environment and spotted a delicate porcelain vase.

Yatta…

Stepping out of the soaking tub, the female demon draped a towel around herself and made her way towards the vase. She lifted the porcelain vase and forcefully threw it to the ground, causing it to shatter into pieces.

Himari grasped the largest and sharpest fragment and pressed it against her neck. Tears silently cascaded down her face as she expressed apologies to her loved ones, bid farewell to her life, and implored forgiveness from the divine powers above.

Forgive me.

The female demon exerted pressure on her neck with the porcelain fragment until she tensed up as she sensed an ominous presence surround her.

"That will not work," Muzan said, his voice carrying a low and menacing tone. He snatched the porcelain shard from Himari's hand and hurled it at the wall, frightening her. "Wench, did I not tell you to refrain from doing anything unwise?"

"Were you watching me, pervert? I hope you got your rocks off!"

"I was not watching you."

"Liar!"

In a fit of rage, Muzan tightly seized Himari's shoulders, his blue-tinted nails gouging into her delicate flesh and bloodying her floral demon crest. "Hold your tongue and display proper respect in my presence!"

"Get your hands off me, pervert!" she retorted, sobbing hysterically. "Do not touch me! Creep! Debakame!"

✧TRANSLATION: "Get your hands off me, pervert!" she retorted, sobbing hysterically. "Do not touch me! Creep! Peeping Tom!"

"As if I would waste time watching a scraggly wench like you bathe!" he snarled. "Sentakuita!"

✧TRANSLATION: "As if I would waste time watching a scraggly wench like you bathe!" he snarled. "Washboard!"

"Oh, you are just a foul, terrible bastard!" Himari shouted as she rushed to repeatedly punch Muzan's broad chest. "I hate you!"

The Demon Lord perceived Himari's punches to be as gentle as a falling leaf brushing against one's skin. After enduring a consecutive string of blows from the female demon, he seized her wrist to halt her assault.

The two demons stared at one another, motionless, their gaze filled with intense animosity.

Himari's frail, petite frame paled in comparison to Muzan's towering, robust physique. Just his height and physical strength alone made it clear to her that she stood no chance against him, especially considering his status as the Progenitor of Demons.

All efforts were futile.

"Are you finished, Pet?" Muzan asked ominously, assuming that he would have to discipline her. He was taken by surprise when Himari suddenly burst into tears and threw herself at him. The towel wrapped around her came undone, leaving her naked and bare. He was left at a loss for how to handle the unexpected situation and could only stand there with his hands by his sides.

"Why will you not set me free?" Himari softly inquired amidst her sobs. "Why will you not let me at least die?"

The Demon Lord gazed upon the female demon with an emotion that could be mistaken for pity, if he were capable of such sentiment. As he unraveled her hair from its high bun, allowing it to flow down her back and tucking a lock of it behind her pointed ears, he said, "I have plans for you. That is all you must know."

The gentle sound of water dripping from the shower faucet echoed, accompanied by the soft weeping of Himari.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Cleaned and clothed, Himari followed Muzan into a chamber filled with laboratory equipment. There were pipettes, testing tubes, beakers, and microscopes.

"Are you familiar with any of the equipment present?" Muzan asked.

"I am familiar with some of them…"

"Then you shall learn because from now on, you are my apprentice," he declared. "Now, your purpose is to assist me in my search for the sacred flower, the Blue Spider Lily."

"… The Blue Spider Lily?"

The Demon Lord walked over to a table and signaled for Himari to come to him. He picked up a book and turned to a page displaying a drawing of a spider lily pigmented with a vivid, luminescent blue. "Have you ever heard of it?"

"No, I have not. I never knew of such a beautiful thing… May I ask why you need it?"

"No, you may not!" Muzan spat angrily. "Just know that I wish to acquire it and it is your job to assist in recovering it."

"As much as I want to help you, how will I be of use? I only practice herbalism and make perfumes! I cannot help you find a flower that probably does not exist!"

The Demon Lord forcefully struck Himari across the face, sending her crashing into a wall with sheer impact. Approaching her, he seized her by her hair and menacingly hissed, "Pet, your ignorance is profound. You know nothing, so hold your tongue or I will tear it out!"

"H-hai! Gomen'nasai, Master Muzan-sama!"

✧TRANSLATION: "Y-yes! I am sorry, Master Muzan-sama!"

Muzan showed clear signs of irritability as he returned to the table, closed the book, and put it back in its original position.

"Would there not be lingering traces of the sacred flower within you if you had consumed it?" Himari inquired softly, fearing what would happen if she angered him again.

Muzan's rage simmered down in response to her question. "I have made multiple efforts to extract cellular matter, yet all my attempts have been in vain. Hence, I require the sacred flower itself."

"Oh…"

"Come, Himari. I have more to show you."

Himari followed Muzan into a smaller adjoining room filled with similar laboratory equipment. There were bottles, container molds, and jars of dried and fresh flowers and herbs.

"What we have here are jasmine, plumeria, and freesia, but I can provide any flora you desire," Muzan said. "There is palm oil, beeswax, lard, and tallow at your disposal. I have done research on this old-fangled process called enfleurage. It is complex, but I am certain you know more about it than I, yes?"

Is this…

"Yes, this is your workspace." The Demon Lord played with a lock of Himari's hair, the silvery tips shining like starlight in the warm candlelight. "Himari, I encourage you to persist in your pursuit of perfumery. Your skill has great potential to yield significant profits through the creation of unique and captivating fragrances."

"Profitable?" Himari whispered. "You wish to make money off my perfumes? But why would you need money?"

"Money is required whenever I reintegrate into human society," Muzan replied. "The extravagant dates, gifts, and luxurious clothing I provided were all made possible by my funds. Moreover, having money brings its own advantages."

"You… You made me go through all of this just so I could make perfume for you?"

"No, not at all," Muzan denied, embracing Himari from behind. He leaned in to nibble on her pointed ear and whispered, "This is just one of the benefits of having a clever, resourceful girl like you."

Himari gasped at the feeling of the tip of her pointed ear being nibbled on. She covered her mouth and winced, refusing to give further indication of how pleasurably erotic it felt.

'Good girl.'

Prior to vanishing into thin air, Muzan said, "Pet, I must take my leave for a while. During my absence, I expect you to craft numerous perfumes for me. Remember to conduct yourself appropriately."

Now alone, Himari could not stop the onslaught of tears that poured from her eyes.

Bastard…

┍━ 【❀】 ━┑

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TIMESKIP: ? DAYS

HIMARI

The manor exuded a sense of coldness and abandonment. The air held a stale, musty quality, carrying the whispers of age, and the floorboards would creak, echoing the lament and solitude within.

Himari was unaware of the passage of time since there was no window to mark the days. To create a semblance of time, she dedicated what she believed to be two and a half hours to studying or reading, four hours to making perfumes, and an hour to soaking in the ofuro, repeating this routine each day.

Over time, Himari, despite her reluctance to acknowledge it, realized that she longed for Muzan's presence. His self-satisfied expression, the smooth, velvety crawl of his voice, and the crimson hue of his eyes that evoked the image of glistening rubies, all left a lasting impression on her. The female demon was aware that Muzan was responsible for all her suffering, yet her body craved him in a disturbing, twisted manner, akin to Stockholm Syndrome.

How can I possibly miss him, the bastard? He is the cause of my conversion into an oni and the demise of my family! Yet, loneliness and solitude weigh heavily on me, with only my thoughts for company. Oh, how I wish there was someone for me to talk to…

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Himari settled into the fragrant herbal bath, her entire body immersed in the warm water up to her neck. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, the soothing scent of rose petals and lavender easing the tension in her body.

Suddenly, the sliding door opened.

Himari could feel a profound darkness that both made her sick to her stomach and caused her heart to flutter. She closed her eyes in acceptance because she knew who it was.

I feel you.

The female demon listened as he unfastened his belt and undid his shirt before approaching the bath with deliberate strides. He positioned himself right behind her, the warmth emanating from his groin conveying everything she needed to understand.

'Tell me that you do not want me to stay, then I will leave.'

The Demon Lord's alluringly invasive voice, slithering and probing in Himari's mind, was a disturbingly familiar sensation.

Shuddering, Himari attempted to push Muzan's voice out of her mind, but his voice seemed to echo in her head, refusing to be silenced. It felt as though he had established a lasting residence within the depths of her mind, akin to a parasite nestled deep within its host. She was aware that she needed to find a method to escape from his grasp, or else face the possibility of being engulfed by his darkness eternally.

Still, she could not bring herself to respond.

Himari had lost track of how long it had been since she last saw or spoke to anyone, so the presence of anyone, even someone as despicable as Muzan, was like milk and honey to her parched lips, a blessing to her isolated existence.

It was more than enough.

Naked, Muzan stepped inside the tub and sat across from her. Himari averted her eyes from him, turning her head the other way. They remained motionless for some time until Muzan communicated with her using telepathy once more.

'Come to me.'

The command was unexpectedly gentle in a controlling manner, and before she realized it, she felt herself moving towards him. Soon, they were face to face, with her gazing up at him, mere inches away. They shared a kiss, and as Himari savored the taste of blood on his lips and tongue, she imagined that he had been considerate enough to feed before reuniting with her, allowing him to nourish her in his own way.

Delicious… I want more!

Pulling away from his longing lips, Himari gently applied the washcloth to Muzan's physique, delicately massaging and caressing his pale, milky white muscles with care. She caressed his broad shoulders, biceps, and chest, gently applying aromatic oils to his body and massaging him with care.

Muzan chuckled darkly and said, "You are such a good pet, Himari, for serving me without my instruction. Well done. I shall reward you later."

I hate you... I hate you so much. I hate everything about you.

The Demon Lord turned his head to look at her.

"What, did you think that I loved you? How can I you are the one who killed my family?"

"I had no hand in slaying your family, Himari. That was all you. Their deaths are on no one's conscience but yours."

"I beg to differ… You brought me there, knowing that I would lose control of myself. You knew that this would happen."

"I regret presuming that you cared for your family enough to refrain from harming them. I genuinely believed you were more resilient than this, Himari."

"What? Do not twist things up like that!"

"Why are you still dwelling on the past? It has been well over three years since that night."

Upon hearing that, Himari let go of the washcloth and gazed at Muzan with an astonished expression. "Over… three years? How long have I— How long have you kept me here?"

A sinister, evil smile twisted across the Demon Lord's face. "Oh, did I not once mention that time moves differently here?"

"No, no, no, Master Muzan-sama! You did not mention such a thing!"

"My apologies," he laughed heartily, visibly taking pleasure in her misery.

Himari's eyes turned somber as she reminisced about the tragic events of that fateful night that led to her family's demise. Her head hung low, and her once vibrant amber-gold eyes now carried a deep darkness. She gathered the courage to inquire about the aftermath of that horrifying incident, her voice faltering. "'I have been meaning to ask, what became of my family after we departed?"

"Oh, now you wish to know?" Muzan chuckled darkly, amused. "The remains of your family were found the next morning by an elderly man named Alde Hayashi, who worked as the family's chauffeur. He was deeply upset when he called the police to report the discovery. Although he was initially questioned, he was ultimately cleared of suspicion and allowed to leave as the investigators continued their efforts to unravel the case."

"Oh, poor Alde-san!" Himari sobbed. "I wish that he did not see the destruction I caused… What happened to him after that?"

"Hayashi ended his life soon after," Muzan divulged. "It seems that he struggled to cope with the trauma of what he witnessed, thanks to you. The case of the Katōwamuro Family's demise has been officially closed as a cold case. The Katōwamuro family clan has gained widespread popularity. Even now, their case continues to be a topic of constant discussion, speculation, and intrigue, leading to a significant surge in Katōwamuro Enterprise's business. Could this be the notoriety that your stepmother, Soaku, had once yearned for?"

Himari's face was concealed by her hands as tears streamed down, her sorrowful cries resonating like a melodic tune that stirred something deep within Muzan. "Oh, no, no, no… Everyone, I am so very sorry... If only I did not return, then all of you would still be alive!"

The Demon Lord emitted a deep growl, creating ripples in the water, exuding an aura of dominance, possessiveness, and a perverse pleasure derived from witnessing Himari in profound distress and despair. He gently ran his fingers through her long, raven hair and tucked a lock behind her ear, a gesture Himari had come to associate as a prelude to intimacy.

Himari, through her tears, realized it was time to give herself to him, as she had done many times before. Hoping that her demon nature would make her body more resilient to his brutal treatment, she offered herself to him once again.

'Do not deny me, Himari.'

I will not.

Muzan fully extended his fangs, poised to initiate their coitus by biting into her neck, but Himari intervened by placing her hand in front of him.

"Forgive me, Master Muzan-sama, but before we continue, there is something I wish to inquire of you."

"Make it quick," Muzan replied, visibly agitated by her interruption.

"Whenever were together, you are always the one in control. But this time, I want to be the one in charge and focus on satisfying you. I hope you will let me take the lead this time. I am not asking for much, Master Muzan-sama, just this one opportunity."

The Demon Lord gazed at the female demon, his crimson eyes drifting over her delicate form as he pondered. "All right. I will allow it but only this time."

With that, Himari raised her arm and cupped the back of Muzan's ivory neck, pressing him to her flesh. She leaned into Muzan's chest and gave his nipple a rough lick. "Oh, my, you are delicious. I cannot believe that I did not taste you earlier…"

"Himari," Muzan growled in a foreboding tone, visibly becoming irate.

Assuming that he did not like foreplay, Himari changed her current method and sped up things. She wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled him with her legs embracing his muscular physique. She felt his member rising between her legs to meet her the fleshy slit of her sex. "Since I am a demon now, I am certain we can do this without either of us holding back."

With one hand, she held his penis and directed to her vaginal opening. Being underwater caused immense friction and eliminated any natural lubricants, but his member slid into her just fine. Himari winced in discomfort at the twinge of pain in her lower abdomen but proceeded with her attempt to pleasure him.

"Oh, Master Muzan-sama!" Himari mewled in a voice of false seduction, bouncing her body against Muzan as she rode him. "Oh, how I want you to fill me with your custard! You never had a woman dominate you before, have you? Well, there is a first for everything. I have never done anything like this before, but something tells me that I am a natural. Soon, I will have you screaming and writhing under me like a fussy child! That is what you truly are, is it not? A little baby who needs a mother to—"

'Cease speaking in that manner.'

The Demon Lord's telepathic command inflicted such excruciating pain on Himari that she winced and cried out. "What, do you not like it?" she questioned through gritted fangs.

"Not in the slightest. It is not you."

Enraged, the female demon disregarded the repercussions of her actions and exclaimed defiantly, "I do not care if it is me or not, I just want to be the one in control! If I let you fuck me, then we fuck on my own terms! Could you grant me that much, at least?"

Muzan retracted his hand and delivered a forceful slap to her, resulting in a visible red imprint of his palm on her face. "Repulsive."

"What? I thought this was what you wanted!"

"This is not how you were supposed to be!"

"How was I supposed to be?" Himari yelled. "Let me guess: sweet, innocent, submissive? Well, I embodied all those qualities until you arrived! You ruined me! You corrupted me with your poison and destroyed everything I once held dear, which killed me! Was that not your intention, for me to die? Huh? Was it not?"

Muzan remained silent, his brows furrowing in dissatisfaction as he refrained from responding.

"None of that matters anymore because you are stuck with me, Anata. Right now, I am no longer a human, demon, or even a woman. I am just your property, your personal cocksleeve. So, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me good, my sweet, sweet Master. Would you like if I call you 'daddy?' Or how about 'baby?' Whichever you prefer, whatever I need!"

The bathhouse was eerily silent as Muzan rose from the ofuro's fragrant waters. As he towel-dried his body and dressed himself once more, his eyes filled with a frightening malice and animosity as he directed a venomous gaze towards Himari. With a cold tone, he said, "You will regret this."

"I eagerly anticipate it," Himari said, bracing herself for the impact that she was certain would soon be delivered by his fists. "I can deal with whatever challenges you throw at me!"

MUZAN

Muzan entered the laboratory, the sliding door behind him forcefully closed on its own. Filled with a seething rage, he pounded his fists on the desk, unleashing his fury and sending a wave of destruction through the room.

In one fluid motion, he swept his arm and demolished the other side of the laboratory. The laboratory equipment and bookcases fell to the floor as chaos ensued.

That wretched vixen! How dare she try to assert control over me? I must punish her! Indeed, I will make her remorseful for crossing by revealing the depths of true solitude to her...

HIMARI

Himari suddenly found herself transported to a room inside the manor, where she lay on the wooden floor. The space was minimally furnished, featuring a low table, chairs, a modest dresser, and a comfortable futon bed. The walls were adorned with exquisite traditional Japanese calligraphy and paintings depicting cranes, flowers, and majestic mountains.

What? Is he not going to beat me?

'No, I am not going to beat you.'

Once again, she shuddered and cringed as Muzan's invasive voice slithered through the depths of her mind, causing an unsettling sensation.

You! What do you have planned?

'I am going to show you what true isolation is.'

What? You cannot mean...

'Yes, that is exactly what I mean, Himari.'

You... You cannot keep me here forever!

'We will see about that.'

In that instant, Himari felt Muzan's departure from the recesses of her consciousness and the manor. Bewildered, she instinctively touched her head, realizing that she had forgotten the profound emptiness that existed before Muzan had intruded. The sensation of emptiness was now amplified by her demon cells yearning for their creator, filling her with a profound need to not be abandoned.

"MASTER MUZAN-SAMA!" Himari screamed at the top of her lungs, her throat becoming scarred and raw. "I will never displease you again! Please do not leave me. Please do not leave me here, Master Muzan-sama!"

Please, do not leave me! Please…

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

TIMESKIP: ? DAYS

HIMARI

An indeterminate amount of time had passed.

Himari was terror-stricken in a corner of the room, her body curled up with her knees close to her chest, and her hands resting on top of her head. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears, and the air of the room felt heavily suffocating,

I have been a bird trapped in a birdcage ever since I can remember.

I have never felt this isolated before. I am filled with regret. I regret falling for him, staying with him, and surrendering my body to him. If only I could tear off my skin, rip out my defiled parts…

Himari was tormented by the visages of the individuals she had taken the lives of. Their lifeless, terror-stricken expressions were etched into her mind and consciousness permanently.

I… I killed my father. I killed my father, stepmother, stepsisters, and two innocent maids… I am a monster! God, please forgive me! Gomen'nasai, gomen'nasai, g-gomen'nasai!

That was when a woman's familiar voice whispered with a gentle sweetness, "Himari."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Himari ceased her tears and shifted her attention towards its source, the voice resonated in her ears. There, she saw her mother, clad in a dress of pure white. "… Okasan?"

Himari's mother greeted her with a warm, gentle smile. "Himari, my dearly beloved daughter. It has been quite a while since we last had a conversation."

The presence of her mother, who had died long ago, standing just a few feet away, was both jarringly unsettling yet consoling for Himari. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down her face like a broken dam as she wept uncontrollably. "Oh, Okasan! have committed numerous sins, as I ended the lives of several people! The two maids, my stepmother and stepsisters, and Father-sama... I murdered each of them! I have murdered my own family in cold blood! It is all my fault that they are dead!"

"Himari, none of that is your fault, as you were tricked and manipulated by darkness itself. Therefore, you are not guilty and absolved of any wrongdoing. Your only responsibility now is to refrain from harming others."

"But Okasan, look at me!" Himari wailed, tears flowing down her cheeks without pause. "I am an oni! I have been cursed! With this accursed blood coursing through my veins, I will never be able to join you nor Father-sama on the other side!"

Himari's mother came up to her and knelt to gently caress the side of her face while speaking. "That is not true, Himari. The fate of your soul still hangs in the balance, so you must remain strong and stay of pure heart."

"I must remain strong and stay of pure heart? Yes, Okasan, I will. I will try my hardest to do as you said."

As Himari's mother turned away, the woman gradually dissipated, leaving behind her last words. "Be strong, my dearly beloved daughter."

Reluctant to being abandoned once again, Himari extended her hand to touch her mother's pristine white dress. "N-no, not again. Please, do not go, Okasan. D-do not leave me… Do not leave me here, Okasan! "

As the woman faded away, Himari hurriedly reached out for her mother's dress, only to realize that she was merely grasping and clutching at thin air.

Okasan… She was not truly here. None of that was real… It was all my imagination.

I have nothing. I have nothing.

A sharp, piercing cry left Himari's mouth as she screamed at the ceiling. "Let me out of here, Master Muzan-sama! Let me out, you evil bastard! You cannot keep me locked in here forever!"

A deafening silence ensued, telling Himari she could potentially be confined in that room for the rest of eternity. Distraught, she fell to her knees and repeatedly struck the floorboards with clenched fists, tears streaming down her face.

Why? Why must all these terrible things happen to me? I must be the unluckiest, most unfortunate woman in existence! The only person who showed me kindness turns out to be the devil himself, and now he has imprisoned me forever! There is no one who can save me, not even the Gods, for they have forsaken me!

Suddenly, a flower sprouted from the gaps in the wooden floorboards. With a graceful unfurling, its petals of gold burst open, revealing a fully bloomed sight.

A flower? It was not there before. How did it get here?

Himari kneeled to gently cup the flower in her palm, and to her astonishment, the flower began to sprout further and bend towards her, with its petals furling and unfurling as if winking at her. "Hello," she cooed lovingly with a soft, light-hearted laugh. "Where did you come from?"

Amidst her tears, Himari smiled and marveled at the flower she had created as it continued to flourish. The flower gracefully wound itself around her arm, gently brushing against her skin with its delicate petals and leaves, evoking a tickling sensation.

How pretty.

TIMESKIP: FIFTEEN YEARS

MUZAN

Fifteen years had passed since Muzan's last visit to the manor where he held Himari captive. Throughout those years, he struggled internally and battled with his own thoughts on his next move regarding her. Though he considered paying her a visit, his priority was ensuring she had truly grasped her lesson.

The Demon Lord desired to shatter Himari's spirit and reduce her to a pitiful embodiment of grief, a writhing mass of sorrow. He aimed to crush her soul to ensure she would never oppose or defy him in the future. However, as time passed, he realized that tormenting her no longer brought him the same satisfaction he had anticipated, and he began yearning to catch a glimpse of her instead.

Would she have a drastic decline in her mental state and become emotionally shattered? Would she succumb to the urge to kneel and express reverence by kissing his feet upon seeing him? Would she contemplate an assault on him? Would she attempt to attack him?

I will know soon.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Muzan entered where he kept Himari confined to see that the entire room had been transformed into a wild garden. The atmosphere carried a soft fragrance, while the walls and floors were adorned with a thick layer of greenery and vegetation. The dense foliage of plants and flowers created a twisted, intertwined lattice of vines and stems.

There, he witnessed Himari, the heart of it all, positioned at the center of the room, ensnared in a web of twisting, floral tendrils. She was seamlessly intertwined with the flora, as the vines extended like branches from the veins within her body. The female demon was restrained by a prison of her own creation, kneeling with her limbs pinioned and coiled by the vines and tendrils emerging from her body. Her raven hair had grown remarkably long, reaching a length of over seven feet and veiling her countenance, and her alabaster skin bore dark fissures and cracks that had manifested in various parts of her body.

So, this is her power.

When Himari sensed Muzan's presence, she raised her head and met his gaze with a smile. "Master Muzan-sama, you have come back to me! I am so happy to see you! What do you think of my garden?"

The Demon Lord knelt to inspect a fungus that bore a striking resemblance to a Devil's tooth. "It is quite fascinating," he remarked.

"I was calling for you for a long while, Master Muzan-sama. I feared you had forsaken me... How much time had passed?"

"It has been fifteen years since our last encounter."

"Fifteen years, huh? It feels like no time has gone by at all, yet I know that an eternity has passed since I last laid eyes on your face..."

"As I once told you, the perception of time in this realm is so distorted that distinguishing between a week and a decade becomes impossible."

"I see... What era is it?"

"It is the Nita era."

"So, it has been nearly two decades since you have converted me... Why did you leave me here?"

"What, am I expected to center my life around you?" Muzan inquired dispassionately.

"No, but you should not have abandoned and completely forgotten about me. I have felt so, so, so lonely in this place all by myself…"

"Himari, do you remember the reason why I imprisoned you here?"

Softly, Himari responded with a lowered head, "Yes, I do remember..."

Muzan's deep voice assumed a more severe tone as he spoke, taking on a stern edge. "I felt undermined and disrespected when you had the audacity to mock me. It was truly disappointing to witness your repugnant behavior. I was far from impressed and found you to be highly unattractive. Refrain from attempting to subjugate me, or I will administer a punishment that is beyond your comprehension! Do you understand, Himari?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand, Master Muzan-sama."

A cluster of vines and branches intertwined to create a structure resembling a throne.

"Please take a seat with me, Master Muzan-sama," Himari requested in a serious tone. "There are some important matters we need to discuss."

The sudden change in Himari's tone and her request took Muzan by surprise. Normally, anyone daring to address him in such a manner would have faced swift and brutal consequences, but inexplicably, he could not muster the will to inflict harm upon her.

With that, Muzan conceded to her request and sat down in the chair. "What is it that we need to talk about?"

"What made you want to convert me?" Himari inquired, a striking curiosity gleaming in her amber-gold eyes. "You must have recognized something valuable in me to make me into a demon."

"I converted you because I felt that you desired a glimpse of power," he sighed. "You were so vulnerable and feeble, unable to confront your own tormentors. How tragic it was. From the very beginning, the odds were not in your favor. All I wanted was for you to experience resilience, authority, and self-reliance."

"So, in other words, you pitied me?"

"Whichever way you decide to perceive it."

"As if I asked for your pity!" Himari scoffed. "I did not ask anything of you."

"Excuse me, Pet? Hold your tongue."

"Oh, please! You are just like everyone else I have ever known. I am not a person, I am merely an object, something you can manipulate to fit your own image and perception. I do not have a sense of individuality. 'Himari' is more like an abstract concept, an emotion rather than a person. I am viewed through various lenses and experienced in different ways. Everyone is fixated on me, even you. Tell me, Master Muzan-sama, did I ever cross your mind during the time you left me here to rot?"

Recollections of Muzan seeking physical release through self-gratification, as well as his persistent quest for women who bore the slightest resemblance to Himari, resurfaced in his thoughts. "No, you never crossed my mind, not even for a moment," he falsely claimed. "I left you here for fifteen years because I truly forgot about you. You are not as exceptional as you believe, Himari."

How humiliating this is! I refuse to allow this disgraceful harlot to have control over me.

"What about all the lies, manipulation, and abuse I suffered at your hands?" Himari questioned, changing the subject. "As much as it pains me to say this, you broke my heart, Master Muzan-sama!"

When Muzan locked eyes with Himari, he instantly comprehended the immense emotional anguish he had caused her. A tincture of regret crept upon the apex of all seven of his hearts, causing a subtle transformation in his piercing crimson eyes, softening their gaze. He wanted to tell her that he treated her horribly because that was all he ever knew and praise her for her current strength, but he could not find the words to. He wanted to confess that he mistreated her to help her become more resilient. Additionally, he wanted to commend her for her current fortitude. However, he found it difficult to articulate his thoughts because there were deeper layers to that partially truthful statement.

In that instant, Himari had an epiphany. She came to understand that enduring suffering was an inherent aspect of her relationship with him. Whether driven by his own perverse satisfaction or genuine good intentions, his malice was as intrinsic as breathing. "Now I see... Good is bad, love is hate, and pain is pleasure. You needed to break me down to rebuild me. You had to reduce me to ashes to shape me into something more than I was."

"Himari?"

"Yes, Master Muzan-sama?"

"I am pleased to see that you have begun to understand things from my perspective. It is evident that this time of solitude has helped you mature and gain insight. You should be grateful to me, as without my help, you would still be cleaning floors at this very moment."

"Yes, yes, yes. I appreciate your intervention, Master Muzan-sama. Without you, I would either still be burdened by debt at the Katōwamuro manor or have resorted to ending my life."

This certainly is not the demon I sealed away fifteen years ago, as her submissive demeanor is uncharacteristic. I sense that she is up to something, but I cannot figure out what it is. Despite my active efforts to probe her mind and uncover any signs of deceit, I fail to find anything.

Himari stared expressionlessly at Muzan until a smile formed on her heart-shaped lips, and she erupted into spontaneous laughter. Her laughter was delightful and melodious, reminiscent of a song meant for her voice to ascend like rising steam.

Muzan was baffled by her sudden burst of laughter and grew furious. "Why are you laughing?" he questioned.

"Forgive me, but I cannot help but reflect on how you disrupted my life and shattered everything I once knew, and how I let you," Himari replied amidst her cheerful, light-hearted laughter. "I was so desperate, craving any attention, especially the attention of a man… How about we strike a deal?"

"A deal? You do not have the necessary credibility to negotiate any deals. There is nothing you possess that interests me."

"Oh, but I do have something that interests you, Master Muzan-sama: my mind, body, and soul. It is all I have left."

"I possess that already. I acquired it a long time ago. Remember, Himari, that you are the one trapped in this room."

"Trapped? You cannot contain me, Master Muzan-sama, no one can. Others would falter and perish under the trials and conditions you have imposed on me, but I have thrived in isolation. You are here in my garden with my permission. My thorns and vines have not harmed you because I have chosen to spare you. It is a kindness you are unworthy of!"

I should either rip out her tongue or force her to put it to good use…

The Demon Lord was uncertain whether to confront Himari and slay her, reprimand her harshly, or compel her to the ground to engage in brutal coitus for her brazen disrespect and bold defiance. However, his curiosity prevailed. Believing she intended to negotiate her release, Muzan reclined in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and resting his cheek on his fist. "You have my complete, undivided attention now, for I am intrigued. Tell me, Pet, what is your proposal? You may speak. "

Himari spoke in a resolute and unwavering tone, declaring, "I am willing to offer you my entire being— my mind, body, and soul— in exchange for the erasure of my memory."

"Himari, you wish to have your memory erased, you say? Are you aware of the severity of your request? You will relinquish all knowledge and memories, all that you have ever known."

"Yes, yes, yes. That is my ultimate wish, my one true desire! I no longer want to feel this way... I do not want to be 'Himari' any longer."

"No," Muzan said curtly.

What will become of her if she forgets everything? What will her future alongside me hold if she loses all her memories? How unprecedented…

"Please, Master Muzan-sama!" Himari pleaded. "I have been in this prison for so long, so the least you could do is give me this! If I remain in this state, then I will never devote myself to you fully. I will loathe you forever."

"Himari, what is the purpose of this?" Muzan inquired. "What are your true intentions? Certainly, there must be a true rationale."

"I aim to demonstrate my worthiness by lifting your curse," she said. "Once my memories reemerge and darkness fills my heart, it will signal my readiness to you."

"Your worthiness and readiness for what, exactly?"

"My worthiness and readiness to exist alongside you as your equal, your counterpart."

The audacity of this creature is remarkable. However, I also desire for her to share an equal and complementary existence with me...

"Oh, is that so? How do you suppose to achieve that, Himari?"

Himari approached Muzan, pressing her unclothed form against his clothed form. The wild garden's flowers bloomed profusely, enveloping them as she eagerly spoke. "With your blood, your cursed ichor, of course! When you mentioned the 'upper echelons' before, I pondered it deeply... It suggests that there are other demons who are immensely powerful."

"What are you saying?"

"Oh, Master Muzan-sama, I am expressing my desire to embrace all aspects of being a demon brought into existence by you. As a human, I lacked power, so I long for the strength of a powerful demon. I seek to determine the fate of others, to wield control over life and death. I aspire to be the cause of a soul's departure from its corporeal vessel. I seek to embody chaos, to instill fear and unleash widespread devastation! Ah, there is one thing I always longed to know: What exactly is a soul? What is a soul composed of and how does it come to be? Are the fates of our souls preordained by a deity? Will a soul remain connected to an individual even if their vessel changes? Oh, how I wish to know…"

While Himari spoke, her countenance bore a sinister, cruel expression that stirred arousal in Muzan. He observed that her heart had blackened considerably. Time had transformed her, rendering her indifferent and ruthless, akin to a genuine demon. In his eyes, this only enhanced her beauty and allure. Blood rushed to his sexual organ, causing it to become tumescent and press against his trousers, begging to be plunged deep inside her core.

I knew it.

I knew that she was the woman for me. Still, I…

"Himari, once I strip you of your memories, they shall remain forever lost to you. My curses possess an unyielding power that cannot be undone, for they are impenetrable. Heed my words when I say that you are making a grave mistake."

"Master Muzan-sama, I confident that I will be successful in reclaiming my memories and I am willing to bet on my success. Should I triumph, I will be rewarded with a substantial quantity of your blood, enough to empower me to reach whatever pinnacles you have set. On the other hand, if I should fail, you will possess a devoted servant who will obediently servant who will obediently follow your every command and only possess the knowledge you provide. You have the freedom to restrain and treat me as you would a sick dog, as it matters very little to me. Can you not see that you emerge victorious regardless of the outcome? Such is the amusing thrill of our wager."

With a smirk on his face, Muzan averted his gaze. This led Himari to believe that he was considering her proposal and would ultimately accept the conditions of their agreement until he said, "Himari, I refuse to do what you ask of me."

Himari's cheerful expression transformed into a displeased scowl. "Why is that?"

"If I give you any more of my blood, you will perish. You are not strong enough to receive another drop."

"You are mistaken about me emerging victorious with either outcome of our deal. If I were to provide you with any more of my blood, it would undoubtedly lead to your demise, leaving me without both an Upper Moon and a servant. You do not possess the strength to handle even a single drop."

Himari's anger flared up when Muzan accused her of being weak. The thorny, vine-like appendages surrounding her longed to strike, but their target was none other than the Progenitor of Demons himself. Despite her newfound rebellious spirit and ample reasons to despise Muzan, but even Himari would not dare to strike her master in a truly confrontational manner. "You have the audacity to label me as weak while being in my domain, seated on a throne crafted from my flesh and blood! It is you who confined me here, depriving me of the opportunity to harness my true strength! What do you take me for? Why does it matter if I live or die?"

Muzan remained silent in response, yet he harbored a deep awareness of the answer within himself.

I do not want to part with her.

"Oh, I see, you have concern for me!" Himari laughed, a hand covering her mouth. "You would not want your beloved pet to perish, especially considering the time and care you have invested in it. Is it possible that you have developed tender, sentimental feelings for me, Master Muzan-sama?"

Silence.

Himari's laughter, filled with mockery, faded into silence, and her playful expression turned into one of seriousness. "Enough of that… Master Muzan-sama, consider this as a business deal where we both stand to benefit, even if the deal does not go through. All that remains is for you to promise that you will fulfill your part of the agreement."

Silence.

Himari seductively moved towards Muzan's sitting figure on her hands and knees, her tear-filled amber-gold eyes shimmering. She tenderly kissed his hand and pressed it against her face, her face resembling the delicate, fractured visage of a porcelain doll. Her voice was a sweet rasp as she whispered, "Promise me. Promise me that you will follow through… Promise me, Master Muzan-sama!"

The Demon Lord gazed upon the female demon, feeling a deep sense of pity for her. Her sorrowful and troubled countenance, along with her shattered psyche, stirred a sense of regret within him like never before. Before he knew it, the words, 'I promise,' escaped from his lips.

Delighted, Himari jumped onto Muzan's lap and lavished him with kisses, her fangs grazing the crook of his neck. "Yay, yay, yay!"

She fails to grasp that she will never recover her memories, as it is impossible to break my curses. The only demon to have defied my curse and eluded my grasp is the traitorous vixen, Tamayo...

I have come to appreciate Himari's company. She may not be as engaging and amusing without her memories, but I will still cherish her, nonetheless. Himari, my dear girl, you will be well looked after, as I will take care of you forever.

Himari rose from Muzan's lap and knelt before him, biting her full, red lips. He regarded her with uncertainty and suspicion until he detected the intoxicating scent of a female demon's arousal.

How I desired to feel this once again, with you...

Licking her lips, Himari unzipped Muzan's pants and searched within to locate what she was seeking: his manhood. The pale sexual organ stood attentive and alert with clear pre-cum sliding from its slit, having been previously aroused by her earlier avowal and embrace of darkness. She gave the tip of Muzan's penis a swift lash of her tongue before making her lips form a tight ring around his heavy scrotum, the mounting pressure in the heavy pouch of flesh weighing on her sharp tongue.

The Demon Lord leaned his head back in pure ecstasy, relishing in the pleasure being bestowed upon him orally. Looking up at the ceiling covered in moss, vines, and vibrant blossoms, he smiled as he ran his fingers through Himari's ebony tresses, her head bobbing up and down near his groin. His ultimate venereal fantasy was to corrupt a pure, innocent maiden, transforming her into a lascivious temptress who would willingly devote herself to him for eternity, serving and worshiping him willingly. Himari's action of kneeling to pleasure him orally without his prompting was evidence that he had successfully shattered her will and trained her to regard him as her god.

She is mine.

As Himari suckled Muzan's scrotum and lashed her tongue at the hilt of his length, he squeezed and smacked her buttocks until the round, fleshy protuberances were red and hot to the touch. The female demon yelped and mewled as she was spanked, her whines and whimpers delivering sweet vibrations down his shaft.

The Demon Lord's eyes widened as he felt the vine-woven chair unravel and collapse beneath him, causing him to fall onto the floor. He found himself fully lying on his back, recumbent, with Himari straddling him, wearing a devious smile.

Wench!

Several tendrils and vines emerged, swiftly ridding Muzan of his trousers and undergarments, leaving his lower half completely bare and exposed. Himari ripped off his suit jacket and vest with her magenta-stained claws, then licked his bare chest from his super sternum notch to his groin.

Just as Muzan raised his hand to strike Himari for her hastiness, she grabbed his shaft and positioned it at her core. The moist, fleshy folds and lips of her vulva gave his member a tender kiss before swallowing him whole. Turning his head to the side, he released a strangled moan of pleasure when she slid down upon him, and his length impaled her.

I feel so alive.

The two demons were unable to comprehend as to why their present union surpassed all previous encounters. They derived equal pleasure from their actions, expressing their satisfaction through cries and moans alike.

Himari threw her head back and voiced harmonizing moans with Muzan, their moans intwining beautifully. She continued riding him, bucking her hips against his groin with him slamming into her cervix repeatedly. As the two demons engaged in violently erotic sex, the living flowers of the wild garden danced and writhed along with their movements.

"Say it!" Himari cried out, her rosy-brown nipples puffing with a feverish arousal. "Say it! Say it, please! Oh, please say it!"

"Silence!" Muzan's sharp eyes narrowed as he grew increasingly frustrated by Himari's nonsensical shouting. From the moment she assumed control and undressed him, he developed a deep disdain for her, despite his body yearning for her touch, to be lodged deep inside of her.

What a noisy, unruly harlot! If it were not necessary for her to open her mouth, I would consider having her mouth sewn shut.

The Demon Lord considered sex to be a necessity that required occasional attention. He often availed himself of the company of women, considering them as readily available, so he never lacked sexual gratification. However, Himari's touch was distinctive, as it awakened in him a newfound understanding of intimacy and pleasure that he had never experienced before. Being in a relationship with Himari made Muzan perceive copulation as more than just a physical act of release between two bodies. Instead, he saw it as a sacred experience that should be shared exclusively with the one he cherished deeply. Still, Muzan disliked the notion of desiring someone's touch because it implied reliance on them for fulfillment, and there is nothing a man, especially a demon, desires more than independence.

"Say it! Say it, Master Muzan-sama, say it! Aie, aie, aie! OHHH!"

"What is it that you want me to say, you wild minx?"

"I want you… I w-want you... I want you to… I WANT YOU TO SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME AND CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT ME! "

Upon hearing that, Muzan ceased his thrusting of his pelvis and the rising and falling motions he made as he gripped onto Himari's hips. Anger contorted his face, causing veins to protrude and bulge as he recoiled at the audacity of being accused of succumbing to the frailty of love.

Humiliating.

Enraged, Muzan made his penis take on sharper, curved shape like a scimitar, with protruding fangs covering it from the shaft to the hilt. He pierced Himari's supple flesh with his blue-stained claws and tightened his grip on her hips, plunging into her harder, deeper, and faster. The altered form of his penis, the bestial abrasiveness, and the depth of his strokes was more than Himari's petite body could take; his member was akin to a blaze being thrusted in and out of her vagina as it tore through membranous tissue, caused internal bleeding, and inflected agonizing damage all the same. Blood gushed from her vaginal orifice and nauseatingly squelched with every collision, but Himari's undulating screams were not of protest and remained unchanged.

Muzan seized a lock of Himari's hair and tugged it, causing her to gaze down at him. He was taken aback by the sight of her and gasped inwardly.

The female demon's countenance exhibited a visage portraying a spirit shattered by sex. Her eyes appeared deranged and crossed, continually twitching, while her tongue dangled and drooled. Steam emanated from her flushed and perspiring flesh.

What? This vixen… She is enjoying this!

The Demon Lord found himself in a state of utter disbelief, but then he remembered the words spoken by Himari earlier.

"Good is bad, love is hate, and pain is pleasure."

"I will be everything you ever wanted, and then some!" Himari shouted. "Oh, my, I am cumming, Master Muzan-sama! I am so, so, so close! Oh, m-my, yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! KIYAHHH! "

The Demon Lord's back arched high, and his fangs lengthened through his low, guttural grunts as he ejaculated deep inside Himari's tainted, defiled womb. A river with a unique pink hue, consisting of blood and white, creamy semen, flowed continuously onto their pale bodies.

How fleshy, how warm.

Himari let out a deep exhale and slowed her bucking hips as she came down from her orgasmic high. She playfully bit on her full, red lips and glanced down at Muzan. "Anata," she said breathily, her voice soft and sweet as she looked. She gently leaned towards Muzan and planted a kiss on the side of his face, then nuzzled into the curve of his neck. There, she kissed his pale, perspiring flesh and traveled to his Adam's apple, giving the cartilage protrusion a fierce suck and bite. As she nestled and rested upon him, an abundance of flowers blossomed and enveloped them until they were overwhelmed, suffocated, by the delightful scent of the blooms.

"Respond to me, Anata," Himari begged, her face nuzzled against him. "I want you to respond to me! Say something, please, for you have not said a word!"

"I do," Muzan said quietly, his voice a low hum.

"Huh?"

"I do care for you."

"You… You are professing your love to me, are you not?"

Silence.

Tears of deep emotion filled Himari's eyes as she straddled him once again, gently covering her trembling lips. "Master Muzan-sama… This is all I ever longed to hear from you… To be cherished by you in this way is more than enough. The love we have for each other is more than enough. Arigatō."

✧TRANSLATION: Tears of deep emotion filled Himari's eyes as she straddled him once again, gently covering her trembling lips. "Master Muzan-sama… This is all I ever longed to hear from you… To be cherished by you in this way is more than enough. The love we have for each other is more than enough. Thank you."

Himari drew nearer to Muzan, her face adorned with a blissful smile as her long ebony hair enveloped and cascaded over them both, veiling them in a curtain of ink. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, landing on his unmoving face, until he unexpectedly placed his finger on her forehead.

In that instant, Himari began to convulse and have uncontrolled spasms. Her gaze became vacant as her eyes rolled upwards before she went unconscious and fell on him.

The room reverted to its initial state as the plants and vegetation, formed from Himari's own flesh and blood, dissipated and vanished.

Everything was over.

Muzan rose to a sitting position and embraced the female demon, cradling her against his exposed torso. He tenderly kissed the crown of her head, while delicately caressing her hair.

What is it with her? I am unable to explain the captivating nature of this young woman, which is something that piques my interest. I derive satisfaction from her expressions of distress and anguish, and I find even more pleasure in being the source of her suffering. My affection towards her involves causing harm, exerting control over her, manipulating her, and engaging in sex with her.

The subtle movement of her lips as I enter her womb, although amusing, does not compare to the immense satisfaction derived from treating her with kindness and affection. My strong attachment to her is undeniable. I am determined to shape our relationship into a harmonious partnership that fulfills my needs.

The Demon Lord lifted Himari's petite, naked form and took her to the bathhouse, her long hair trailing on the floor as he carried her through the hall. There, he stood beneath the shower with her, cleansing both of their bodies of blood.

After drying Himari and dressing her in a modest kimono, Muzan escorted her to a bedroom in the manor and gently laid her down on a bed. Himari's breathing softened as her bruises and internal injuries slowly healed.

Watching her, Muzan marveled at her beauty in peaceful repose. "Little one, you will wake up soon. I will be here for you once you do."

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Several hours had passed since Himari's memory was erased.

Muzan watched her from the bedside, anxious about what was soon to come. His restlessness stemmed from his concerns about the state Himari would be in upon awakening. Their long history together had fostered a deep admiration for her defiance and strong-willed nature, thus the prospect of all that being erased caused him great concern. Still, he had a vow to uphold.

After a short while, Himari's eyes gently opened, unveiling the large, dilated orbs reminiscent of a doe's gaze. As she straightened up and faced Muzan, a gentle sound escaped her lips. "Shhh..."

The Demon Lord could see that her heart was now even purer than when she was human, untouched by pain, sorrow, or suffering. Gently, he extended his hand to rest it upon hers.

"… Who are you?" she asked, her mind an indecipherable whirling blur.

"I am your Master," Muzan replied. "You may refer to me as Master Muzan-sama."

With a finger placed on her lips, the female demon glanced upwards, giving the impression of embracing a youthful innocence and demeanor. "You are Master Muzan-sama? Oki-dokie, Master Muzan-sama! Where are we, Master Muzan-sama?"

"We are currently at one of my private residences."

In an innocent manner of childlike curiosity, Himari tilted her head to the side and asked, "Master Muzan-sama, who am I?"

Deep in contemplation, Muzan closed his eyes, pondering over what name to bestow upon her, as he would now treat her like an obedient pet. "You are Zero, representing the absence of quantity, value, and number; nothingness. That is who you are."

"… Zero?" With a joyful expression, the female demon rested her hands on her cheeks, emitting a delightful sound of contentment. "Zero… I am Zero! I am Zero! I am Zero!"

Muzan was taken aback when the female demon abruptly sprung from the bed and landed on his lap, enveloping him with tight embraces and showering his face with kisses.

"Oh, my sweet Lord Master!" she exclaimed, kicking her legs wildly. "I am Zero! I am Zero! I am Zero! I am Zero! I am Zero! I am Zero!"

Mortified, Muzan's face twisted in horror as he gawked at the female demon, who behaved as though she possessed the cognitive abilities of a young child. He found it hard to fathom that the demon he had once held in high regard and deeply cared for had deteriorated to such a degrading extent. The vast difference between her current state of immature feebleness and her former power and brilliance caused him to develop a strong contempt towards her.

This was a mistake.

*ೃ༄OUTRO .ೃ࿐

𓆩 𓆪 HYDRA - MYTH & ROID 𓆩 𓆪

破滅さえ 厭わないで
ねえ まだこの手に残る欠片だって
貴方のもの
何もかも 失くしても
捧げるものが 在るの
未来だって 命でさえ
焼け尽きた感情も 不毛な祈りも
縋る無様も 貢ぐ愚かも
病んだ声も 穢れた両手も
傷で裂かれた心も

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳

何もこの手に失くても
時間がまだ 在るのなら
何度も繰り返そう
無意味だって 無駄だっていい
積み上げた日々が 無残に散っても
想いが呪いに 変わったとしても
報いも無く 徒労に終わってもいい
もう貴方しか見えない
暗く陰った この道の先では
どんな光も やがて潰えるでしょう
運命がそうなら
希望待つように 生きるより
尽くしきるの 今を
焼け尽きた感情も 不毛な祈りも
縋る無様も 貢ぐ愚かも
何もかもが どうなってもいい
全て貴方に 捧げよう

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳