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❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ A devil who never learned how to love should stay that way, for not even the gods can help the victim.

Blood bathed the walls as the horned demon devoured yet another victim. It's please to stop the torture falling on deaf ears as the horned demon ripped off its head, killing the human instantly. 

"Ah! What a paradise this is!" The horned demon exclaimed with glee, its blood-red eyes shining under the moonlight as the horned demon glared at his dead prey one last time before walking away and down the mountain towards the village.

Up above, where the gods dwell, they stared down at the scene in disgust. 

"Tch. Another demon has killed our people. This has been going on for more than a hundred years!" A goddess with long, pink hair protested in anger as she covered her red lips with the sleeve of her sakura decorated kimono. 

Another god that was laid down as they watched the scene sighed. "What exactly do you wish for us to do? None of us can go down there and kill them off, nor send something coming from us down to earth." The god with dark blue hair countered making the sakura goddess tsked. 

"Why are you always against my ideas?! Last time I checked, there wasn't a time where you even contributed!" The sakura goddess protested, irking the dark blue-haired god. "Come here and say it I dare-"

LIfting their glowing hand the ruler of all gods continued to stare down at the sight of the dead humans, his expression unreadable. 

"My king, what do you suppose that we do about this? I think that it's about time we do something about all of this." The goddess beside him commented, a golden fan hiding half of her face. The ruler of all gods looked away from the scene and made appear another one, it was of a sickly young boy who was being treated by doctors. 

"That boy," The ruler of all gods started, pointing his finger at him. "we will see if he is worthy of being our demon slayer."

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"It appears... that the medicine did not work." Inside a rather wealthy-looking Minka house, inside of a childishly decorated room was a doctor, a beautiful woman, and a sick boy. "Please, doctor, tell me there's something more that we can do!" The beautiful woman pleaded, but the doctor only shook his head solemnly. 

"There's nothing more I can do, mistress. We've tried everything, but in the end, the result is always the same." The doctor sighed as he got up from his kneeling position on the floor and looked over at his mistress. The beautiful woman stared at him in disbelief before choking back a sob. 

"Tell... tell me, doctor, how long does my son have left to live?" The beautiful woman asked him, her kenin quickly running to her side to support her, already knowing of what horrible news the doctor was to say. 

The doctor hesitated before looking back at the sleeping boy. "Two months, your son has about two months left to live." The doctor revealed to her as he packed up his stuff quickly, already heading for the door. Silence ensued after he said that, only for it to be broken by the footsteps of the lady of the house. 

Sliding open the door the kenin stepped back as they helped their female master pass the door, the doctor following behind them. Soon after the door slides closed did the lady of the house began to cry as she did not wish to cry in front of her own son, no matter what. 

Slowly opening his (E/c) eyes, (Y/n) stared up at the ceiling as tears began to escape his control as they fell to the clean futon. 

'Two months left to live... what a pitiful life this is.' (Y/n) smiled sadly as he remembered his mother. 'How would mother react? Not good, I don't wish to leave her, and I haven't even proven to father yet that I'm worthy...' Letting out a cough, (Y/n) glanced at his left as he saw the small plush toy that his mother gave him not too long ago. 

'I... I want to grab it, but I can't. I have to muster up enough strength first, and then I'll grab it.' Though, even when he decided on what he was going to do, he continued to stare at the plush toy. Slowly opening his hands, (Y/n) reached for the plush toy as his arm began to hurt, but he ignored it. Once his hand was successfully wrapped around the leg of the toy he pulled it towards him as it landed next to his face. 

Smiling happily at succeeding, (Y/n) cuddled his face closer to the plush toy as he closed his eyes. 

"Do you not wish to be healthy, boy?" A deep voice asked him, plump red eyes staring down at the sickly boy as the large moon illuminated his figure making him look like a mystical being. Tensing up, (Y/n) opened his eyes as he saw the figure of the man showing on the other side of the room, the being's shadow allowing him to see that he had a coat on. 

"I think you should introduce yourself first, mister. My mother taught me that it's rude when someone talks to you without telling you their name." (Y/n) stated as he continued to observe the shadow of the man. The mysterious figure smirked at what the boy said. 

"Pardon me, but you can call me Kibutsuji Muzan. What's your name?" Muzan asked him, getting away from the window as he stepped on the tatami floor, walking to the foot of the sickly boy's futon as he stared at his (E/c) eyes. 

(Y/n) smiled warmly at the man, innocence literally radiating from his figure. "My name is Katsuo (Y/n)! Though, you can just call me (Y/n)." (Y/n) introduced himself as he could now see the man's full figure. Muzan smirked, "I love your name, (Y/n)... it has a nice ring to it." Muzan complimented him as he finally noticed the plush toy next to his face. 

(Y/n) followed to where Muzan was looking to see that he was looking at his plush toy. Seeing the thin hand of (Y/n) reach for the plush toy Muzan's eyes widened slightly as he saw (Y/n) push it to his feet. "If you want it, you can have it." (Y/n) offered him, his (H/c) locks sprawled all over the futon.

Muzan looked down at his feet as the horse plush toy looked up at him, its fake beady eyes staring deep at his nonexistent soul. "I haven't been able to name it yet, but you seemed interested in it, so you can have it." (Y/n) smiled at him as Muzan looked over at him before looking at the plush toy. 

Kneeling, Muzan pushed it closer towards (Y/n) and placed it on top of the boy's hands. "It's yours, so keep it." Muzan closed his eyes and got up, opening them to look down at the happy (Y/n). 

"I like your eyes, they look so unique and beautiful, like shiny red apples." (Y/n) giggled as he imagined apples literally being his eyes. Muzan was surprised at this before half-smiling. "Do you like my skin?" Muzan asked him as he kneeled again and grabbed (Y/n) thin hand, bringing it up to feel the man's pale skin. 

(Y/n) eyes widened as he felt the coolness of his skin slightly energize him. "You're skin... is as beautiful as virgin snow. So soft and cool... I already feel all energized." (Y/n) replied as he looked back up at the surprised Muzan. 

Both of them were quiet until Muzan chuckled, holding hands with (Y/n) as he smiled down at him. "I see, but I don't think you answered my first question." Muzan stated, confusing (Y/n). "What question?" (Y/n) questioned him making Muzan amused. 

"If you wished to be healthy forever." Muzan replied. This greatly confused (Y/n) as his eyes widened at the thought. 'I can finally be healthy...?' (Y/n) thought. "How could I be healthy forever?" (Y/n) asked him as the moon somehow shined more. 

"All you have to do is agree to turn into a demon. Then, you can be healthy forever and young, experience everything that you never could inside this room." Muzan stretched his hand towards (Y/n). Staring over at his hand (Y/n) cocked an eyebrow. 

"Turn into a demon?" (Y/n) asked himself as his (E/c) eyes shown with curiosity. Muzan nodded, "Yes, a being close to perfection." Muzan still held his hand out towards him, but (Y/n) just smiled at him as he slowly sat on his futon. 

"I'm sorry, Muzan-san, but I'm happy being a human." (Y/n) shook his head and looked back up at Muzan and smiled at him. "Even though I'm going to do die in a few weeks, I still wish to taste the last days that I have as a human, even if sick." Muzan pulled away his hand as he clenched his mouth tightly. 

"Though, since you asked this, this must mean that you're a demon, right?" (Y/n) asked him, holding the plush toy gently in his frail hands. Muzan looked at him and frowned, "So what?" Muzan asked him in a threatening voice making (Y/n) giggle. "I just never met a demon before, my mother always told me that they were beings with arms all over their body, but you look very much different." Muzan's frowned turned into a smirk as he nodded. 

"I am better than all those ordinary demons, aren't I?" Muzan asked (Y/n) as the boy nodded. "Yep! Plus, you're really pretty!" (Y/n) beamed making Muzan freeze for a second before chuckling. "Thank you, (Y/n)." Muzan smiled at him as he felt oddly warm and calm. 

Hearing a loud boom in the distance (Y/n) jolt up as he huddled closer towards Muzan making the said demon stiff. "W-What was that?!" (Y/n) asked Muzan in a scared voice, his form quivering. Muzan looked down at the boy and lifted his hand, patting the boy's head hesitantly. 

"Those are just fireworks. Would you... would you like to see them?" Muzan asked the sick boy making (Y/n) brighten up. Looking up at the plump red eyes of Muzan (Y/n) smiled brightly making Muzan freeze up once more. "Yes! I've never seen them before! Do they fly?!" (Y/n) exclaimed happily as he grabbed his plush toy and put it inside his kimono, looking back up at the man. 

Muzan smirked, 'He's so naive, he knows little to nothing about me but he's willing to go with me... he seriously needs someone beside him 24/7.' Muzan nodded his head as he looked down at (Y/n) as his small and frail figure curdled upon his chest. Carrying (Y/n), Muzan walked closer towards the closed window and he opened it, and right on time, a red firework was set up, illuminating the two's figures. 

"Waah!" (Y/n) silently yelled in admiration as he watched more fireworks being lit up, beautiful fireworks playing in the night sky as his eyes widened, a huge smile spread on his face. Seeing a happy smile spread on his face Muzan felt his cheeks heat a little making him panic. 

'No... I can't..' Seeing another firework lighting up on the sky (Y/n) face shined more in happiness making Muzan feel the same fuzzy feeling inside. 'This kid... you're dangerous.' Sitting down on the tatami floor Muzan held him close as they continued to watch the fireworks, the six-year-old child filled with wonder. 

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