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Welcome to Eversanctum, Akaza.

You awaken in the Grove with a key to cabin 02 clutched in your hand.

You have retained the ability to regenerate. Please be aware that all types of weapons currently may cause you harm.

You are safe here, Saved One.

- mod fawn.

[lukas-musings]

        Yeah I hear you     I’m a ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ

                              Terrible                                     Hᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ                                            𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔…

       Tell me something I don’t know. 

[soryustyle]

  It proceeds with a sudden pop; this game of chase he had begun. Inhuman entities that promised deathly encounters did well to pique the interest in those with untamed hunger. A constant wish for power, a way to make up for what was lost. Target something strong and learn to endure, to counter -- build oneself up to survive and move on to the next. Even if it tore flesh, or broke and dislocated bone... thus the earlier pop.

  Shoulder, previously loosened from its proper place, had been forced back into place with a firm, relentless pull and push. The pain something unbearable, but he’s felt worse. Oh, so much worse had tainted this deranged souls nerves. But, as always, he would endure. He had to, or else his prey would become the predator. 

  Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. It didn’t matter if one were human, demon or denizen -- the concept remained unchanged.

  What started as a wild brawl between demon and beast had become a chase; a desire to lead the demon into a snare. An invitation taken despite its known purpose, confident in a victory and safe from the passing hours by the shaded woods around them. He held no fear or worry.

  ... but as he lost sight of the denizen he had marked, its presence had faded. That spirit Akaza had become so keen to follow had been whisked away, not by concealment, but something far colder.

  Death; coldly given by something other than the hands that previously yearned to tear away flesh and crush through bone and sinew. A new presence had seeped into these woods and it caused the demons heart to skip -- no, to pound.

     ❝Didn’t waste any time there, going and leaving my hunt unfinished like that. You kill with such ease...❞ You’re dripping with murderous intent.    /    @invitedeath​ ( boy, have i! )

[soryustyle]

  An arm snaps within his grasp; the limb folded and held against the back of the one attached to it, angled unnaturally to allow the break. From the moment the pained choke left the lips of chosen target its company, a young woman, quickly fled with a scream. A fate more fitting than what the cretin the demon now held once offered.

  Once fleeing steps died out in a quiet echo the air in the alley grew thin. Eyes of the night-plagued creature pierced the back of the man captured; unforgiving, cold and murderous. There was a second that passed in which the man held tried to speak -- to spit threats and insult. But Akaza cut that moment short with another twist of the arm, and a fistful of hair guiding the mans head towards the wall of brick beside them.

  Thin air dissipated... and the night grew quiet.

     ❝You don’t plan on coming to his defense, do you.❞

  A quiet he was soon to break. The itching crawl felt throughout his spine was enough to indicate a lingering presence; that all too familiar sensation of being watched. Rolling his shoulders and offering a sigh, he allowed his attention to shift -- from acquired meal to a different figure. 

  A slayer? Not one he’s familiar with, if so... but -- it doesn’t matter.

     ❝It’s a bit late if that was your intention.❞     /     @savethem​ 

[ask-da-demons]

-holds out a tiny Koyuki-

[soryustyle]

mizukata‌:

        Gaze travels up and down, his body was there, safe, everything looked okay. A flow of relief hitting him, several hours had passed and the other didn’t seem to have done anything reckless to it. Unsettling laughter coming out of his real body, an picture he had never seen in his life. His body was finally experiencing emotions and reactions he had never been able to unleash before, but why did he have to be in this way? 

        Strange, seeing “himself” like that, for the first time…he didn’t loathe it, no, what he was feeling was different…ecstasy, excitement? This emotions aren’t his.

        ❝ Tsk.❞ He clicks his tongue at his words, eyebrows pulled down to a frown, helpless, he was helpless. His words seemed to be nothing but a bluff, but why did he always felt so uneasy around him…he couldn’t just trust him. ❝ What did you do? We are not staying like this forever, I’ll kill you when we go back to normal.❞ 

        Still as the surface of a lake, something this body didn’t seem to be used to, calm words releasing a tone of voice different to the enthusiastic and endless yelling of the real owner.

         ❝ Gross.❞ He answers to his question, but truth be told, perhaps if anyone else was the one in his place they would feel nothing, a demon body resembled a human’s, though it was nothing but a bare imitation. However, for Giyuu it was different, his personal feelings towards those creatures made him repudiate every second of it, he was in the body of one of the things he hated the most, after all.

        A deep sigh escapes from his mouth, exhaustion drawn on his face, fingers colored in a different shade than the rest of the body travel up and are used as a support for his forehead to rest on. ❝ I’m staying here to watch you.❞ A torture he would inflict on himself, he wasn’t sure if he was emotionally strong to tolerate a demon with no knowledge of the period of time they would have to stay in that situation. ❝ Do something and I’ll walk straight to the sunlight, this body will burn to a crisp and…❞ Cursed eyes find their way to meet deep blue sapphires.❝ …you wouldn’t want me dying, right?❞

  Bubbles of laughter wished to rise up once again, rising to the back of his throat with the lightest touch. Yet no sound broke through; not this time. The body’s original nature seized the opportunity to act and -- fortunately for the slayer -- momentarily silenced the demon that possessed this vessel of flesh not of his own. The smile, however, managed to stay.

     ❝Kill me -- will you?❞ A trickle of excitement laced his tone; something brief and quickly passing. Finally, the muscles in the face grew lax. Cold, stern. A deadened gaze he was used to seeing, but not giving. Not to him, at least.

    ... he couldn’t die.                      Why would he feel that way?                                                     Not yet. 

  This body would give him nothing more than mere resolve to push forward. A sensation came with those words, one that held a great weight to it. Responsibility took the place of self worth -- he could only ask why. There was no answer given to him.

     ❝Use yourself as leverage, huh?❞ Not a bad move. Not one he liked, but it held its own. It may be the slayers body he holds now, but the proper mind that wielded it was elsewhere.

     ❝You’d want to... but you wouldn’t play it out. You can’t, remember? Not until every last one of you  is exterminated.❞ ...ah. Ha ha. Listen to him, taking the role of demon slayer to his own face! Even without Giyuu, this body had a will of its own and continued to have Akaza chuckling again.

     ❝The look of a demon suits you, you know. Going off and talking like that.❞

[pyrlspite]

due to personal reasons I will be cheating death

[soryustyle]

mizukata‌:

༄╳ @soryustyle​

         It had been just a couple of days since he was back to his normal body, he had never been found of himself, he considered himself weak, and there was nothing of him that he could be called likable on his eyes. However, after that terrible experience he was at least glad to be human. 

        Breath in, breath out, he opens his eyes.

        As if the world were pulling him a joke, as if anything he had ever stood for was wrong, he was a demon once again. 

        Before even checking up with the reflection, he just knew it, a body which had experienced death, in a physical and emotional way. Since this wasn’t the first time that had happened he was more calm, he at least knew this wouldn’t be harmful if both parties agreed to it, but first he had to find the owner. 

        The owner of this body…the owner of this body…how troublesome. 

        He walks to the door to began the search of his body, but a thought stops him from going out. ❝ I can’t.❞ The sunlight will kill him. His worries increases, he’s helpless trapped in an unknown room, with time as an obstacle he can not defeat. 

        It’s until the moon rises, freedom is granted to him, finally being able to go to his destination, with a single kick he aggressively opens the door where he knew he could find his target. 

        ❝ You better not have done anything strange to my body.❞ 

  Just how long had it been since the sun was able to warm his skin, since he was able to cast his eyes upon a sky not yet veiled in the dark. He had almost forgotten, truthfully, and yet -- he felt no joy from it. To him -- to this body -- it was natural; this was day to day living. No tainted strength or differing blood. Were it not for the face of this current vessel for his mind he might come to hate it; abhor it.

  Yet the blood within these veins, though dull, held promise. A will lingered unlike any other, a strength lay dormant that had the demon yearning to tear at the flesh and expose it. Even the intake of breath, the chill air seeping between the teeth and filling his chest, had him craving.

  He rather liked the feel of this foreign heart fluttering, drenched with eager anticipation. 

  The day would be left uneventful despite everything, for a curiosity had him begging nightfall to come. For if this was the face he had come to wear, then the opposing soul would be wearing one far more familiar. Plagued by daylight’s curse and needing the blanket of shadow to grant them leave.

  Stoic expression rested along this visage broke and Akaza found himself smiling. An expression that disagreed with this slayer’s face, yet the glee persisted as the shelter of his room was sought, again.

___

  Moonlight seeped through the open window, form beginning to stir again. A stretch of the legs, a crack of the neck. Waiting for the night was never much of an issue and it seemed like even less of one within this adorned flesh. Sitting alone, quiet, came almost naturally.

  But that quiet was quick to fade, the sound of a swinging door crashing against plaster drawing attention. Eyes of blue darting to meet the cause of it --

  ... and, again, lips were tugged upward; curving pleasantly.

     ❝Only concerned about what I’ve done to -- but not with?❞ Empty words to merely garner a reaction; he had no answer of interest to give. Instead, Akaza found himself falling silent -- simply staring. Observing a face he should be able to call his own, a face that made this body tense. A quiet flow of blood would stir; would boil.

  He hated it -- hated him. A cautious sense of disgust that quickly tickled the senses.  Brows had begun to furrow, jaw seeming to creek as that smile grew wider... and there was a laugh. Laughter. Enough to force his head back to belt out the sound, a gasp of breath and a heavy sigh following the fits end.

     ❝Even like this you don’t cease to entertain! Tell me, like you are... how does it feel? Living in the skin of a demon.❞

[soryustyle]

    for the event i’m only going ahead with anything plotted and for those that it concerns when it comes to switching with akaza there are some things to consider;

impulsive. he lives off a desire for strength and takes joy in worthy battles, so if someone shows potential in offering that he wastes no time in testing their strength against his own. if the powers prove promising he’s easily excitable and rowdy. such potential is usually something he’ll want to savor, even offering to turn the target into a demon to make them last but, if not... they may as well die young.

memories. upon his death akaza was able to recall his past, remembering his previous life, his family, mentor and wife but (something i’ve yet to fully touch upon) with him being alive again in isola, with him still being that power-hungry demon, the memories don’t remain clear and he has difficulty recalling everything without incentive.

respect. he’s respectable in his own ways, like with remembering someones name should they prove themselves with great strength. giving praise where it’s deemed necessary -- and, most importantly, with women. he will not fight or eat them. ever.

sunlight. it’s death for demons, lets avoid that.

    this is less of a call for interest as it is just a small plate of information to keep in mind, and i don’t mind filling in for anything i haven’t touched on. however, if you are interested with switching feel free to discuss with me.

[soryustyle]

kudarizuki‌:

the night was pleasing and finally … the natural light has shied away from the touch of his skin, and being thankful for it was always certain. the frigid cold something kokushibou missed, like the gentle pecks from the glittering snowflakes that fell in quiet curtains, to the crunch of freshly fallen snow underneath his feet. though he would be able to personally put the constant chatter and noise from the masses around him decorating their stores behind him. it was … definitely something kokushibou could do without, but even then, many were joyous this time around even in his world … weren’t they. 

it was probably obvious in his expression that the state of things as it were continued to bother him. is this really something he’s going to end up getting used to? being here in this blasted place? even after months, he is still disturbed by the endless presence of humans. though, he would continue his train of thoughts, that is if he didn’t sense a more than familiar presence nearby. with a subtle hum and the search from a set of eyes, kokushibou located a head of pink hair, could it be?

❛   akaza.   ❜   low notes escape him finally as he easily comes to the other’s side. the last thing he had expected was to find someone not too far from the boardwalk, the artificial lights that lined up the fences colored and mingled together. creating an obscurity in his sight, but nonetheless, he spoke once more.   ❛   it is all … too much to take in … isn’t it? the pointless activities these humans bring about ….   ❜

@soryustyle​

  Like the pulse of irritation a minor cut would give there was a constant nagging in the far depths of Akaza’s mind. It lasted, lingered; something to be scratched away and ignored but, still, he found himself planted in place along with the snow. Listening to the distant chatters of those nearby, watching the passing of positive spirit and merry celebrations. What was it, exactly, about it all that he found himself... drawn to? That seemed a bit much, but there was nothing to fully detest about it.

  There was a lingering feeling of someone that should be here; needed to be here. A celebration, a grand spectacle to witness -- but there was only himself. What ever memory wished to surface never fully came, darting into the deep trenches of the mind as a voice broke the demons stillness. He recognized it, too.

     ❝Kokushibou.❞ Voice came through with a weight clinging to the name that rolled off the tongue. A presence unexpected and yet, compared to what else may cross this path he could accept the appearance of the other demon, for the time being. 

     ❝... I’ve seen some celebrations, but not this pointlessly extravagant. It all seems like such a waste, really.❞ Nostrils flare, briefly, in a huff.  ❝Wasn’t expecting you to be skulking through it, either.❞

[soryustyle]

mizukata‌:

     As if it would be any of his business, the demon kept trying to take out information from him, material he wasn’t even sure about.

     Did he…die?

     Even until this point, remembering the moments before his arrival to this place were still fuzzy, the blood of his comrades staining his vision, the last news informing him about more deaths opening a hole within his chest, he was powerless.

     Why were memories always so painful? 

     He remembered the source of all his misery standing before him and Tanjiro, a burst of anger crashing into his body just by being able to finally confirm his existence with his own eyes, he could feel himself being pulled to the verge of forgetting all his training, all the words that would keep his emotions in a state of calm mirroring the ocean lull. 

     It was dangerous though, to be that agitated before an enemy is the biggest mistake one can make…is that what happened?…did he lose himself and di—No. He wouldn’t put so much thought into it. Getting disturbed by that thought would be a win for the demon, he will not allow him become a witness of his heart wavering.

     ❝ At least we can both agree we would never end up in the same place.❞ Blue orbs in the search of the other’s eyes, trying to make direct contact to let him know he hasn’t lost to his provocation yet, to let him know he is still in control. 

     ❝ I’m not allowed to die, not until Kibutsuji and all your kind are gone first.❞ There was certain boy who had forbidden him to, after all.

  Before he could even think of it Akaza’s jaw dropped with an abrupt laugh. A shortened sound, but ever booming once it came.

     ❝I agree we wouldn’t share a space in Hell -- but what do you call this?❞

  For a brief moment arms flare out to the sides, a gesture to welcome in the sights of the world around them. A strange afterlife, a distorted illusion, a manipulated dream -- whatever title it wished to carry. The point he wished to convey being... their world, here, was one and the same.

  And, once again, they came to meet. Isn’t that just delicious irony.

     ❝I like that. That persistence of avoiding death.❞

  With arms falling back to the demons sides boldness seized its first step. What good was there by remaining afar? That wasn’t his style, distance was never an option. 

     ❝Coupled with your talents it’s no wonder you lasted so long before. You’re a special find, Giyuu, especially next to the other Pillars I’ve faced before! A real shame there aren’t more like you.❞

  Closer... closer...

  Beneath the skin remained that persistent itch; that desire to taste that strength all over again. But, that didn’t remain an option here, did it? That which this demon blood gifted him was gone save for minor regeneration, left to nothing but mere human strengths. It was enough for now; enough to make do.

  ... but Giyuu -- ohh, but him!

     ❝If it takes the extinction of demons to grant you the option of death...❞

     ❝Then us coming back -- coming here -- means you’ll keep living! Even if you break, I won’t allow you death -- not until I get my fill of you. Gi~yuu!!❞

[soryustyle]

cutwarmth‌:

… another Upper Moon. Rui had encountered three of them, now, and not a single Lower Moon. Not that those would be much better (especially given his own rank), but it would be – it would be something. As far as he could tell, no matter how much he tried to stay out of the way, far away from slayers and Upper Moons – he was the only Lower Moon, and he was destined to be haunted for as long as he was trapped here.

He glanced up briefly from his string, only to return his full attention to it in an instant.

“Good evening.”

It was only a bare minimum acknowledgement. He was keeping himself preoccupied with his fiddling, looping his fingers through the string without much care for how the final shape turned out.

Ah – he’d made a knot again.

“‘The rest of us’? You’ll have to elaborate.” He’d work on undoing the knot in the meanwhile. “I’m dead, after all. What would I know.”

  It’s subtle, the tilt of the head that follows the lower demons greeting. Desire sat with the want to hear an answer to what was questioned so he waited for it to be given. Quiet, studious; eyes had even briefly fell upon the string tangled between the others fingers. Watching the form of a knot and how fingers curled and nails picked at the twine to set it free.

     ❝You’d know plenty.❞

  One step, then another. A hand came to rest against Akaza’s hip while body lurched forward, reducing the distance between; prying. The hand free of a task was brought up to latch a finger against the mess of string being toyed with.

     ❝What should be dead is speaking, and would know far more about that clump of misfits. Demons don’t normally band together, after all.

                                             Did you drag them along, here, too?❞

[soryustyle]

     ❝If they have potential worth preserving, I extend the offer. But it’s a shame, really. Most I extend it to never take it... they end up dying.

                                  -- and if they do manage to live, they do so denying me still!❞

  There’s just the one, though. ( He knows who he is. )

[soryustyle]

sceleras‌:

“It’s very nice to see you too, Akaza-dono!”

     ❝I can’t fathom ever feeling the same.❞

[cutwarmth]

HE MAKES ME ANTI - EVERYTHING. a playlist for when the demon moons in isola inevitably just go ape shitt against muzan

( spotify link )

[soryustyle]

sceleras‌:

“Ah… I’m getting a bit hungry again!”

     ❝You could aid us all by starving.❞

[soryustyle]

pxisonsickle‌:

@soryustyle​ Wanted a Starter

The top three was all here, then. That thought came to the elder sibling of the Upper Moon six when he finally witnessed another figure with a familiar pink hair approaching him. Honestly speaking, Gyuutarou had no idea what exactly did the other need from him.

Nor he really cares. It’s been a while since any of the Upper Moons talked. It was surprising that he had managed to remember Kokushibou’s name in the first place, whenever he had noticed the man that approached him back when he was just appearing within the city. Well…Not like too much time had passed since then…

“Akaza…was it? Maan, That kid from the train was more trouble than he’s worth, eh?” He assumes that all the demons he had been seeing are all dead. Not that they disclosed it. But he certainly was. As was his sister. They died at the same time, after all.

“What'cha want, anyway. Ya seemed to come closer with some intent in you.” He didn’t really care that this man was ranked above him. He was the third. Gyuutarou was the sixth. Akaza was notorious for staying in the third spot for god knows how long, after all. Since Douma came along anyway.

  Brows had creased before anything else, eyes coated with curiosity mixed with something akin to disappointment. Numbers seemed to increase with each familiar face that crossed his path. Even with the news of their defeat being passed around it didn’t take away from the disappointment in the losses, but he couldn’t look down on that too much. Not with the ones responsible taken into consideration.

  But why were they all here? That’s what was grating at the nerves.

     ❝I wasn’t expecting to see you, and alone at that.❞

  No sibling to attend his person, as per usual. With how this world was turning out he wouldn’t be surprised to run into the missing link in this duo, eventually. They were always attached at the hip. 

     ❝Those who come here seem to be brought missing some potential. Looking at you, I’d say that still holds true.❞ A sigh escapes after voice quiets down, observant stare finally being pulled away and allowed to drift elsewhere. The focal point being fixated on the other demon for too long being quick to drain his interest, thoughts regaining it as they tugged at the mind further. Curiosity would lead his tongue.

     ❝... you mentioned the kid from the train. Have you seen him?❞