he reaches down, pressing his foot to his feast’s hips and yanks an arm from it’s socket before he offers it to her.
“ how’s the demon life treating you? pretty fun, right? ”
and his keen eyes miss nothing. he is able to see that she was able to retain some of her old .. 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴.
“ i wasn’t planning to, ” he ponders. fresh food always tasted best.
but it’s quiet hard to think when his meal keeps on making so much noise.
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ㅤ
ㅤ " you're too kind , dõma-sama , " she praised him , hands on her lap as she eyes the squirming human once more .
ㅤ " will you not put them out of their misery ?? "
and so they force the blade on his hand. they force him to stain his hands with red. he slices off their tongue, letting them to bleed out.
and when the room grows quiet, he grins.
“ but i suppose it’s for the best. come, come, ” he urges kotoha to come closer.
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“ aren’t you lonely tonight? i thought i could fix that for you. really you should thank me. i came so far just to see my beautiful wife. ” he says in a playful tone.
and he gives a bout of laughter. closing their distance by coming from behind, wrapping his arms around her. cold lips brushing along her cheek.
he takes in a deep inhale, almost salivating at the scent. he can smell the blood that 𝓹ulsates beneath her skin.
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and the butterfly mansion was no place for a demon, much less an upper moon. and yet, here he was, visiting his dearly beloved at her work.