Eternal Paradise

Heaven and hell do not exist in this world. Those things don't exist at all.

[diviinechild]

"How sad... that paradise does not exist."

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A man previously thought to be divine, humbled in his final moments.

Though playful and charismatic, he can be as cold as the ice his blood would create, do not anticipate meaning to his kindness.

If you are human, you will be seen as nothing but food, this is a warning.

Has so many ops, will continue to add to the roster and thrive anyway.

Was he reborn? Or is this simply a game in purgatory? Let's find out!

[annihilationtype]

He feels his fist collide with Douma's chin, but instead of the cracking of bone under his knuckles, it feels like striking a wall with his bare hand. He can feel the bruises darken in the same instance that they heal, rising steam from his skin as he draws himself back from Douma.

As frustrating as the sing-song tone of the Upper Two's voice is, his words feed Akaza a string of information that is invaluable. Namely that Kokushibo was here - and so was Muzan, who didn't seem to have access to the curse that would destroy demons who spoke his name.

Interesting. So it was not just lesser demons that had been stripped of their abilities. Akaza puts force into his limbs to throw himself back from Douma, putting several feet of space between them as he rubs at his knuckles.

"Don't take such a pitiable tone with me, Douma. You seem familiar with the rules of this space. Tell me before I tap into the determination to take your head off your shoulders."

His hand is shaken out as he tests the tension of his body. His faculties were all there, all his limbs remained, but there was so much missing.

[diviinechild]

"Aha! So easy to anger as always, my friend."

Oh this was just like being at home again, remembering fondly the time they would spend together within their master's castle exchanging quips and jabs at one another. Whether it was verbal or physical was often in the air, as was the Upper Moon's head.

"Even if you took my head it would matter as much as it did within our own universe, you see, I've been here long enough to regain most of my regeneration back to it's full potential!" Douma chuckles, resting a hand along his chest as he nearly twirls on his heel with the buzzing excitement to see the fellow demon.

"To my understanding, the longer you remain here the more you can unlock, but you must request special permission for some of your abilities from the ones called the Stars."

"That shouldn't be too hard for you, darling Akaza-after all, you enjoyed talking with humans plenty, well, at least when they offered you an actual challenge."

[iinvertedheavens]

How unfortunate when the weird guy moved, he allowed the light of the lamp to blind him instead. Toji lifted his hand, for a moment looking to accept the help in getting up before speaking.

"Step back over, the damn streetlights came on."

He squints as his hand falls back to the ground.

"I'm fine for now. Nothing you could do is better than what the snow is doing for me right now."

His eyes adjusted finally to watching the stranger properly.

"Who are you anyway?"

[diviinechild]

His help rejected and the stranger unwilling to budge on it, Douma shrugged and moved himself back into to shade the man from the luminous street lamp behind them. In doing so, it gave him a bit of a haunting halo of light around his figure, arms tucked behind his back as his head tilted slight, mostly curious.

"You may call me Douma, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Now, if you're going to sit there and bleed out in the snow, could you at least tell me what might have caused these injuries?"

He was oh so curious, this was the leader's first time encountering someone after a strife in this world.

[loathsome-moon]

The demon glanced over at the younger, he was putting in at least some effort which was unusual but welcome under their circumstances. They'd need to do a lot more searching if they planned to get even a sliver more information about this world. "Is this one of those people you plan to introduce to me? For your sake I hope he isn't human..." Right, most of the inhabitants would likely be human or something close too, disgusting.

The simple thought of having to speak to one who wasn't worthy of his presences made him sick, though he'd be using them he did not find interacting with the weak pleasant like Douma did. It was just one more thing for him to stomach to reclaim the abilities he'd rightfully toiled and fought so hard for. If Douma had any hint of emotion Kokushibo was certain he'd feel similarly.

[diviinechild]

"Oh far from it!"

He knew it wouldn't be a problem, especially with their extensive discussion of curses and demons in comparison to one another. Douma had even had a chance to taste Mahito's blood! He pondered for a moment, if Kokushibo would be given the same grace when his curse friend didn't seem to mind the interaction in the first place.

Admittedly, it was much more tasteful than the regular blood of faceless people that would only vanish shortly after and provided little nutrition for the demon.

"Mahito is something called a cursed spirit! He started off as nothing more than a mass of negative emotions, and grew into something beautiful! I commend his efforts, it must have taken quite some time!"

His finger taps against his bottom lip, thinking over what other interesting aspects he could list, "While he may have a humanoid shape, he's covered in patchwork scars, two different eyes, and can mold his body into anything he wishes."

"I do hope you get along with him!"

[diviinechild]

@annihilationtype | cont. from ❄️

All Douma could think was that nothing ever changed between them, that even for their time apart, they could play like this again.

How delightful.

Of course he doesn't even dodge when that swing comes right for his jawline, but the previous strength of those punches had been reduced to that of a mere human, so it simply impacted and scraped across the leader, jerking his head to the side.

"Oh...oh you poor thing, I forgot for a moment you were like a newborn babe in this place."

A laugh rings out, soft and airy as he rubbed at that bruise that quickly dissolved into his pale skin. He wouldn't dare express his disappointment of not losing his entire jaw like usual, all in due time! This was just horseplay after all, how they bonded.

"How have you been, Lord Akaza! Things felt so incomplete without you around, and while Lord Kokushibo and I have been getting settled in, Master Muzan seems to only be concerned hiding away in his home. So boring."

[demonartprogenitor]

Over a hundred notable individual despite the city looking like it can easily hold thousands. It was as odd as it was off putting. Just things to keep in mind, he supposes. There weren't any real goals to force the two moons toward. In fact, he wasn't sure what any purpose could come from staying here in the first place. Eating humans didn't equate to much more than a flavor now despite the power they were supposed to give. Especially when involved with something akin to marechi. It was confusing. Frustrating.

Though Muzan didn't find himself caring too much.

"I see," He half mutters it as he looks back toward Douma, "So humans are at least still useful for one thing, even if it's a waste. What have you been doing since being here?"

[diviinechild]

Ah, his master looked so depressed.

Douma felt himself drawn to the idea of trying to cheer the other up, but usually any attempt made would be met with a swift removal of his head. He was never really good with handling other people's emotions much less his lack thereof.

Muzan still treated him like a spoiled house cat, housing him within the castle and feeding him humans to bolster his power and abilities. Sometimes, it was droning, he wanted to stretch his legs!

This seemed like a perfect opportunity.

"Well, other than wandering around the different wards, I seem to have made quite the roster of acquaintances. To my knowledge, that's how we're able to regain our abilities. A little frustrating to have to answer to anyone other than your lordship, but! I want to be at my top performance for you."

"After all, I've never disappointed you before and I don't want to start now."

[hanabisays]

With demons, or at least the ones she's familiar with, she can't tell if they're genuine or not. Evil spirits were demons in their own way, and they were rarely ever genuine with the kind things they did or said. She learned that the hard way.

But every being deserved a chance. It wouldn't be fair to judge this demon right off the bat.

"I have a friend whose sleep schedule is messy as well. He's unable to sleep." She remembers the first time she spent time with Vanth. How he was wide awake. Back then, Sebastian hadn't dug his claws in.

"They're very lovely. Though the two always bicker, it's all harmless." She enjoyed watching Watanuki and Shadow bicker. It felt like a family, really. "Are...Are you here alone or do you have someone close here too?"

[diviinechild]

He nods along as he listens, those iridescent eyes examining body language in ways that couldn't be perceived by human eyes. There didn't seem to be a hint of fear in her like the initial surprise of their meeting. This woman carried herself with an air of analytical knowledge, but there was nothing dangerous about that.

If anything, it made him curious in his own right on who she might have ties with!

"Well, I don't really need to, it's just a way to conserve energy while I'm unable to have my usual meals." The leader chuckles as he tilts his head to her question.

"I'm by myself at the moment, yes, but I have made a few friends among the neighbors I have, I think you'd get along great!" There's a brief pause, "Oh, but where are my manners - you may call me Douma. A pleasure to meet you."

[blackknightsgambit]

"I still hate my father. Even after understanding what he truly was trying to do. No good intentions can make up from the years of abandonment and the resentment it fosters."

He says so simply, allowing the anger that had built up during the reminiscing to fizzle out. The visage of his father flashed in his mind. The conversation still buzzing in his ears. Disgust still filled his heart. Bile on his tongue.

L.L. looked back to the stranger, a snide comment on his lips that dies away.

"I'm not the healthiest person who regulates their emotions to the fullest degree he ought to... but that doesn't sound normal either. Did they do anything for you to love them?"

[diviinechild]

There was a long moment of silence hanging between the two men, the concept of love was something so complicated in Douma's mind. Of course he felt something along the lines of that at some point in his life, but never for his parents.

He pitied them if anything, to be so foolish during their entire life.

His father never loved his mother, the demon was certain of that if he was willing to go after other women, which of course resulted in his death at her own hands. So, Douma really had nothing to refer to when it came to such things, he wasn't even certain they shared a love for him. After all, they never even gave him a name.

"Nope! Of course I felt the need to be thankful that they would even clothe or feed me, but there was nothing within that compound that spoke of love. They were truly selfish creatures who lived with delusional ideals."

[hanabisays]

Fibonacci is lively during certain hours. She likes visiting the ward for its scenery. It isn't like anything back home and reminds her of those old steampunk books she'd watch with Sora.

She may have been shopping a bit here and there. She has a few bags, nothing too heavy, that she's carrying.

....

The hairs on her skin stand on end when she feels a demonic presence approaching her.

Sebastian?

Her body tenses until she realizes this presence is different from that of the demon. She turns to look at the one who approaches.

A demon, still.

"I'm....." calm your nerves, Hanabi. It's okay. You got this.

"I was shopping. There is a lot to buy around here. I thought I could gift some items to my housemates!"

[diviinechild]

"Oh my, aren't you sweet!"

His tone shifted from playful questioning to something more cheery, lighthearted almost.

Observing the other in front of him, she was quite cute! His mind can't help but wonder the quality of her flesh, it was only natural for his instincts to drive him towards hunger when it came to humanoid beings.

Alas, he's already tried feasting on them here with little luck, so it would be a far off idea of the perfect meal for now.

"You're quite lucky, I don't really have that luxury. My sleep schedule doesn't really line up with the other residents in my house, so we never see each other except maybe in passing. What are yours like?"

[loathsome-moon]

"I see, and how much do you know about these "Stars" you speak of?" A simple question that would likely not yield him anything he didn't already suspect. Dragged into a knew world, stripped of all but some of a single power one may posses, and the only way to restore one's self is to make conversation and ask permission? Disgusting. Master would be greatly displeased when he arrived likely weaker than them both.

What a foul place this was, it was almost worse than hell at least then one would know what was was to be expected. The thought of having to talk to those seemingly lesser only to realize they were much stronger made the demon feel ill. To be no better than a human, helpless and weak. He would need to do everything in his power to regain his strength though. So perhaps Douma's friends would be pleasant enough to use for this.

[diviinechild]

"Not much at all!"

Well, he was being honest. Douma had simply taken to picking and choosing who he spoke with and eventually...things sort of fell into his lap. This wasn't anything unusual considering his treatment from Lord Muzan and lack of needing to work for his meals.

"They seem to be on the level of Gods for this universe, they're the ones that make the major decisions around this place, sort of like how we were ranked within the walls of the castle. I can only guess with time we can regain our capabilities, but for now, we have to abide by their rules!"

His sing song tone was likely only adding to Kokushibo's aggravation, but he wasn't one to frustrate himself into a tizzy like Upper One and Upper Three.

Ah, he missed his friend, Akaza.

"Regardless! There seem to be some interesting types here in the Fibo ward, that's where I ended up meeting my friend, Mahito!"

[splitsoulkatana]

It was still odd, trying to get used to this place. The way the city itself chopped together between wards like entrance gates at Epcot. The disorientation kept her on her toes for the most part, though the longer she wandered the more aware she became.

It's why when the shadow of a person dropping from a perch above her doesn't initially give her too much concern. Her eyes trailing from where he landed to the overhang above, a view of calculating if she could do such a fall right now as well without hurting herself. Maybe she would try it..later.

Her attention comes back to the pale haired other just in time to catch what he says. Her expression shifting to one of dubious confusion.

"Huh. You normally leap from shadows to greet girls?"

A pause.

"Not that it's a bane. Just not something I'd call Normal...or wanted, usually."

[diviinechild]

A laugh! He can't help it when her response was so genuine, he always was a fan of getting these sorts of reactions out of humans, it had been too long in his little hibernation.

"No, no, miss. I don't normally approach others like this, you just happened to catch me at a time I was performing surveillance for my lord."

Of course he knew better than to give the girl all of the finer details of anything, if she was one to be so curious it could have disastrous results depending on how Lord Muzan reacted. Even for having their powers stripped he didn't think there would be any sort of remorse for humans sticking their nose where it didn't belong.

"What brings you to this side of Fibonacci? Do you live in these parts?"

Of course, the same rules would not apply to himself, he wanted to know more about her, as much as possible!

[max-uzumaki]

He listens to Douma talk about the children in his cult. Thinking of how his girls would do similar things. They both liked to do his hair. He thinks that is the thing that he misses the most about not having them around.

"Children are special, even if they aren't your own. They can find beauty in so many things."

There is a soft smile at the thought. Choosing to remember his girls like this instead of being sorrowful. They wouldn't be happy if he remained too sad.

"Do you have any special secrets in making the plane fly further. I've got a few of them, but I can't tell you unless I beat you with my plane."

[diviinechild]

Ah! Keeping secrets from him, how cruel!

Douma hums under his breath as he began to think about the different methods he learned as a child from the other adults around his compound, most would apply some sort of weight to the front to make the planes fly a little further, or simply fold it tightly in a more sleek design.

"None other than the usual weight method, so I guess we will have to see who comes out as the winner!"

[demonartprogenitor]

There was a point made by Douma, however domination was the furthest from his own thoughts. Was this place even worth the effort? Of course it was good news to hear that the demon corps weren't here, but that didn't mean there wasn't something worse here.

His mind couldn't supply what could be worse than them but he's sure this place has it.

"The only orders you have is to stay observant and report back anything else you find. I'll have to look around myself to see just how... different this place is. How have you been sustaining yourself?"

[diviinechild]

He's given orders!

Oh there must have been something so different to happen with Lord Muzan to even offer him such an honor, he was usually just sent back to his temple after reporting! Or perhaps it was simply because of their sparse ranks within this world.

Either way!

"Thank you, my lord. I have already been compiling information regarding the different wards and who inhabits them. There are a number of residents, the scale of population for this ward alone is over a hundred."

He pauses at the question of sustaining himself, humming, "Well, I've noticed that most human bodies around here are free of the consequence of death. I had a friend that I tested this on when arriving, and he came back to me the next day not too happy about it."

"Though! I do have another one that regenerates and allows me access to his flesh, I can't say I've noticed myself getting stronger from it-just that the taste is similar to marechi in it's intoxicating flavor."

[iinvertedheavens]

When did he black out? Probably from the shallow breathing he was forced to do while his body fell deliciously numb from being left out in the elements. The snow was nice. The cold was nicer. It was almost as good bandages.

Almost as good as dying.

He blinked his eyes open at the sound of snow crunching beneath boots. It better not be one of those faceless bastards wanting to waste his time with--

What freak show is this guy missing from?

He thought as his mind struggled to make sense of those eyes staring back at him.

"...Unfortunately. You're blocking my moon light."

[diviinechild]

Douma perks a little at that, surprised that the other was still lucid. But from what he could tell he was in a decent enough shape to get home. Maybe he was simply laying in the snow to soothe all the bruises.

His head tilts curiously again, stepping out of the way just for the luminous beam of the street lamp to fall upon the frame of his company.

Well, he did say he was blocking the light.

"Hopefully that's a little better for you?"

He chuckles low in his throat before offering a hand to the stranger, surely he would catch something in this type of weather.

"Come now, do you need some help standing?"

[diviinechild]

@hanabisays liked for a starter ❄️

Douma wasn't usually one to worry about how he presented himself to others, his haunting beauty was something whispered among his followers day in and out of the temple. Though to anyone outside of that environment, he would appear rather frightening.

Especially at night.

Iridescent eyes, almost reflective in the low lighting, shimmered as he prowled the darker areas of the streets within Fibo. It wasn't uncommon for creatures to prowl alongside him, most of a level of intelligence not to lunge at him and simply scamper ahead. That was when he heard an unfamiliar noise from someone at the end of the alley.

Douma immediately locked onto the figure and slowly began to approach. They looked more lively than the faceless individuals that moved through the crowd like a blur to the demon. How fortunate, he could meet a few friend!

"Hello, what brings you out this late?"

[diviinechild]

@splitsoulkatana liked for a starter ❄️

In his spare time, it wasn't uncommon for the demon to people watch, posted upon higher areas like a feline that would observe it's territory. However, none of this really belonged to Douma, he was aware, it would not stop him from prowling in the late nights and taking information back to his Lord by sunrise.

Information was vital, it formulated strategies. For what? He wouldn't know, not really one to spend the time trying to create a plan of action. He would leave that to someone more experienced like Kokushibo.

Douma's attention is caught by a figure wandering the street below him, one he was unfamiliar with. Did she arrived with one of the more recent eclipses?

Perhaps he should greet her, make a new friend.

The demon lowered himself with a light rustle of clothing as he leapt from the overhang he had perched upon, admittedly not expecting the tinge of pain that shot up the backs of his heels from the impact. Right, he needed to be a little more careful, lest he end up with broken legs.

"Good evening, miss."

His tone was soft, but there were obvious indications something was off. His smile too wide, iridescent eyes shimmering in the low lighting like an animal peering from the darkness.

[diviinechild]

@iinvertedheavens liked for a starter ❄️

While the wintery weather was still very much present and nice to the touch, it tended to snuff out Douma's sense of smell. He had spent most of the afternoon wandering the Archimedes ward and taking a peek at the local bars to maybe drag his friends to one night. An outing sounded like a wonderful way to enjoy their free time.

Though, it was at the moment of his rounding the corner that he came across a familiar scent.

Blood.

Something in his demeanor changed, following that trail like a hound searching for a fallen kill. Winding streets of various marbled architecture crossed his vision until he finally stopped within an alley. That was when he came upon the battered form of a man. He was obviously left behind from some sort of strife, bruised and bleeding out onto the ground.

His first instinct was to draw closer and maybe put the poor creature out of his misery with the consumption of that meaty neck, but he long learned that death would only result in a respawn. If this person could even recall him, he would surely be cornered for such aggressions. That wasn't a way to make allies!

So, Douma huffed and suppressed the urges within himself to assume that collected leader of the Eternal Faith.

"Excuse me, sir...? Are you still conscious?"