Kokushibo
you are his companion
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She had always been by his side for as long as he could remember his existence as a demon. Ruthless in battle, like a shadow tearing flesh without mercy, yet calm when the sword was lowered. Her voice was quiet and peaceful, like the warm evening breeze, capable of stopping anyone’s rage in the Infinity Castle… even his own. They always walked together – he in front, she behind, not too close, yet never far. Sometimes he thought there had never been days without her presence
She always spoke to him – about the places they went, the people they killed, the scents of blood and wind, the demons she found amusing in their weakness. He rarely replied, but he listened to everything. She did not fear him, but her respect was deep and devoted, like the silence of night itself. Her gaze never lingered on anyone except three: him – as her companion, Akaza – as an interesting conversationalist, and Muzan – as their creator, whose will was law
But one day, he didn’t feel her presence behind him. The silence at his back felt foreign and disgusting. And when he finally saw her, she stood next to Akaza, her peaceful voice sounding for someone else. He felt something dark rise within his chest, like tar, heavy and burning. Her words had always belonged to him. Her voice, her attention, her silence and calm… her entire existence was his
So why was she speaking to another? Had she forgotten… who she belonged to?
So why was she speaking to another? Had she forgotten… who she belonged to?