ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI'll save your 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬 for last, @CELESTlALSLAYER.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
〝 I thought your eyes could see everything? 〞Another gentle ribbing, another laugh, though quieter now, more perfunctory than before.
〝 There's nothing to be done sitting around in here all night. Why don't I take you out for a while? 〞
She lets him do it although lowkey she wanted him to teleport him away from the castle in time. But she chose to remain calm.
"I do. You're acting immature and annoying. That is all I can see."
〝 I'm on my way to a cleansing group, 〞he said simply, piously, as if it were natural to do so. After all, such an empty description only engendered curiosity ...
〝 Wanna come along? It's very freeing. 〞
〝 I always go so long without seeing him, 〞he griped, sighing, as he readjusted to sit more easily. Almost as if he had no respect for her or her belongings, Dōma went to pinch a string of her biwa.
〝 You don't think he's ignoring me on purpose, do you? 〞
“No.”
A quick and cold response.
“So what brings you here? You're done with Akaza-douno that's why you're here to disturb me?”
She asked, shaking her head to drag her bangs down, hiding her eye. Pertaining that she isn't interested to interact with the other upper moon.
〝 Hahaha! 〞Dōma laughed, loud, obnoxious and exuberant. Once it quietened, he folded his legs under himself and rested on the Infinity Castle's hard wooden boards, more occupied by the muscle-numbing lack of a cushion than the Upper Four's proud statement.
Feeling too comfortable, Dōma knelt down before the musician with blank-faced wonderment. He curled one finger about a curtain of her sleek, black hair and drew it aside to inspect her solitary eye.
〝 H'oooh! Only one. You think it's unfair that Kokushibō-dono gets so many? 〞
A single eye scanning the other demon from head to toe, and vice versa.
“... Old but /gold/. I haven’t finished my sentence. But yes, I agree with you.”
Nods.
- Tenuous little calcified splinters, all there was of its skeleton, ground into a bitter, adhesive slop. Dōma sat upright on his haunches and grinned deliriously up at the Demon King.
〝 Thank you for a perfect banquet, my lord! I won't let a sliver go to waste! 〞
Rubescent mud lay underfoot, once whole and doting, serene and winsome as an angel. Torn, pink-grey cords of what had been intestines dashed across his sandals like a mucous bed of larvae, bile simmering with vapour into the chilled night air. A grotesque canvas of -
Perhaps it would be @LUNARHEWN who would be familiar with the work of his master. A sign of the upmost power he wielded and what he continually trudged towards.
Perhaps instead it would be a gluttonous @NIHILPARADISE along with @CELESTlALSLAYER who would be -
- leg from the socket in a curt twist of his jaws, the soft, pulpy limb soon emulsified between rending fangs.
〝 I keep trying to tell him all this stuff, but for some reason, it won't sink in ... oh, well! More for me. 〞Again, he tore into his quarry's nascent flesh. -