All things end.

[hellsgaze]

#HELLSGAZE. Private and Independent AU!NARAKU based on Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba. (18+) Written by ANGEL.

( Companion blog to @arrachnes )

Trigger warnings for - GORE, CANNIBALISM, OBSESSION, HATE/LOVE DYNAMICS, TOXIC DYNAMICS, MANIPULATION, DEATH IMAGERY.

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[hellsgaze]

Texts that Kokushibo has received from Naraku, 100%.

[lizardsister]

okay, i'll bite. *goes straight for the jugular*

[moonfelling]

It would have been a bloodbath, had Naraku not displayed an uncharacteristic amount of restraint. He held a sanguine blade up to the boy, yet made no motion to cut through the tender flesh of his throat. A warning, not to him, but to the spring hashira that stood before him.

"And Ena. I have something to say to you." His voice lowered to something soft, yet somehow sharper than any blade. " I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but it will only bring you disappointment if you hope to have a life like theirs."

ena's heart pounds. the blade, her junior, the poor girl half-conscious and barely able to beat her adolescent fists against upper two's grip on her. her head spins through countless strategies, countless scenarios and in all of them, she doesn't close the gap in time. even exerting her high speed to go higher, she knows that her father is faster. the spring hashira is at the mercy of his words, and worse, his gaze, which gouges where the blade of his tongue won't cut.

each word is like a sucker punch, taking the wind out of her lungs with each strike. ena thinks about her position in the corps, how going home with her brothers meant moving into a world of secrecy, of shame in herself. though her family would never abandon her, though their oddities bring them together in ways that no one can match, the corps doesn't care about any of that.

a life like theirs.

it could mean anything, but she knows what he means. she can never be human. she can never live as a human. she can never be one with her comrades and will always be a distant thundercloud haunting them. her bonds will never matter, because to a human, she is something disgusting and incomprehensible. these are all things that ena knows, has known, from the moment she trained to become a demon slayer — but hearing the man she looked up to most growing up, the man she called papa say it only hammers the fact in deeper.

her lips flatten. the junior's blood that splashed onto him sharpens, and like chakrams, cleave the wrists from his arms. the junior is caught as ena darts forward and catches her. time moves slowly, almost, as she passes him, as she casts a hardened (yet still, there is sorrow there, isn't there, like a child scorned?) glare sidelong at naraku.

" go to hell. "

and then she's gone, darting through the woods with the now-unconscious junior in her arms.

[hellsgaze]

Consumption is the way that Naraku expresses affection and want, for the most part.

Naraku is an extremely picky eater. He will feed on humans en-masse with his blood art, but devouring someone is reserved for those he is fond of.

There have been slayers he has found particularly impressive. Those who have managed to leave a mark on him— physical, mental, or emotional, that he has grown to respect and become infatuated with.

[amygdalae]

we're having sex and you pull out at the end to discover your cock is entirely gone, dissolved (ive digested it like a pitcher plant). bye!

[hellsgaze]

"Good evening. Lord Muzan left the doors to my enclosure unlocked, it would be most unfortunate if I left naught but tragedy and destruction in my wake."

[madefromstardvst]

no one chained me up tonight so there will be casualties

[hellsgaze]

" I think we would stand to benefit from a good war."

[hellsgaze]

Naraku is fond of painting, unexpected from a bloodthirsty beast like him.

It was a habit he picked up after killing some nameless Hashira, a few decades into the Edo period. He remembers that night well.

He remembers that her ferocity rivaled his own, and marveled at the indomitable human spirit. Yet ultimately, she too was but a spark in the darkness. A moment, come and gone.

And, in the silence that came after the battle, he noticed a large painting. A portrait of someone-- a man whose name Naraku also did not know.

He could not help but to admire how striking the woman's technique was, even through the blood and viscera, he could appreciate the intricacy of her work, her knowledge of color and form.

To achieve such mastery of an art form with a lifetime as short as hers was something to be admired. Though he never learned her name, he took on the art for himself. First on a whim, not expecting to enjoy it as much as he did.

And has gone on to perfect the craft over centuries, experimenting with different techniques and styles. Some far more abstract than others. Some specific paintings have caught Muzan's eye, and he has sold them off to auction. Much to Gyokko's intense jealousy.

[boingoalive1988]

if you ever feel safe please remember that im out there

[hellsgaze]

charm point(s) 💓

[hellsgaze]

cold contemplation at battle's end

[yan-wo]

THE ILLUSTRATED GUIDE TO YOKAI MONSTERS by Japanese artist, Shigeru Mizuki (1922-2015)

[hellsgaze]

Guess who had forgotten the email to this account.................

[guntoxic]

you've heard of hopeless romantic now get ready for violent romantic

[fedua1era]

~Open Starter to Mutuals~

Kagura was helpless against her attacker as her eyes were wide, waiting for the fatal strike to occur. Her eyes were wide with fear and terror as she could not move a single muscle, even though her mind was screaming for her body to do something. Still, the fatal blow never occurred as she watched as a weapon pierced through her opponent, slicing them in half. Blood splattered everywhere as she felt dizzy and lightheaded, not knowing she had been holding her breath.

Collpasing her head touched the ground as her hand clentched over her chest as it felt like it was being crushed. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as the anxiety and reality were setting in that she was going to die. Her stomach formed knots as she felt nauseous with a pile threatening to escape her lips. The woman was a trembling mess.

[hellsgaze]

And there he was, the very last of his prey in this outing. The hashira perhaps had thought it wise to separate his forces. How unwise.

With a single, fluid motion, Naraku buried his blade hilt deep into the slayer's lower back. With a sickening twist, he carved a way up the man's body, and relished in the sound of flesh and bone giving way to steel. Blood sprayed freely, clinging to hair, face, and robe. His blade found a way out through the man's shoulder, and he fell unceremoniously to the ground in pieces.

Naraku took a moment to breathe in the stench of gore, relishing in the warm sensation of blood against his face. Though his reverie was short-lived, broken by the choking sounds of the demoness before him.

"Weak." He practically growled out, face twisted into a sneer. "You dare call yourself a demon when you cannot mount a defense against this?"