Me again! Now it's a request, a Angst one ehehe
Daddy Douma seeing he's precious daughter harmed or even dying in the hands of a Demon Slayer
I want chaos ehehehe
Oh my loooorddd, that so saddd! To make it fair, ima make it very badly injured, just very close to death. I hate Douma but poor papa Douma!
Douma- Rainbow Bridge
Douma choked out a helpless sob, dropping to his knees with a poor bloodied body tightly clutched in his arms as the cold snow beneath him was drowning in deep scarlet red. The blood of humans… and the blood of his beloved daughter contaminated his Hakama pants but he didn’t care. He only cared about his precious child, the way she bled out and whimpered so gently
He wasn’t sure she was conscious but he clung her closer, feeling her tiny breathes brush against the thin fabric of his rose red-toned turtleneck. Her little blood-stained hands balled into tight fists, leant on her chest as the giant slice wound over her much smaller body, even the smaller gusts of wind touching that nasty injury made it hurt all the more
Douma was panicking intensely that his breathing elevated to hearable pants. Unable to process what to truly do, sure. He got rid of the monstrous Hashira that dared to put his hands on his baby and shed her magnificent blood all over the frozen ground but that doesn’t mean everything is squeaky clean. She was writhing in pain, the Nichirin Katana-induced wounds shattered her poor weak body. Her dull, almost colourless eyes gazed up at her hysterically sobbing and frantically searching father
“D… Da… ddy…” The helpless bleeding little demon whispered so softly as she finally managed to muscle out something, other than weak breathing, that it hurt Douma’s almost lifeless heart to even hear as he knew he couldn’t do anything to fix it or make her regenerative factor boost. “Don’t worry, princess! I will make sure you’re okay! Daddy won’t let you go! Daddy will save you! Daddy will never let a mean human touch you again!” Douma chanted mindlessly, his tightening protective grasp on her poor semi-limp body
Defeated and paralysed, Douma cuddled his precious princess with pained cries and sobs rolling out of his aching throat, staining his rainbow eyes with endless tears as the drying blood of his worst enemy and the rotting corpse of the Hashira laid flat before him. He could care less for that human soul, he only cared for the child he couldn’t protect in time. He left her alone for only a few minutes and now she is bleeding out in a alarming rate and couldn’t heal fast enough
Is… he going to lose his one and only true love? His little ice queen… his everything?
