#demcnsden

[fallesto]

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other, but women fear nothing – @demcnsden

What a cruel and horrible twist. An unexpected outcome to such a turn of events, they truly had not expected for this outcome - how could they expect for such a thing, it was impossible. Upper moons did not stumble, they did not make mistakes, they did not fail, they did not die. Whatever this was, was a mistake and nothing more, humans had not become stronger.

That was truly laughable.

There was something else happening, that they were not aware about, but it would hardly matter, if anyone thought for a mere moment they would let an upper moon perish, without interference, they did not know them at all. It has never happened, for centuries no human has stood before an upper moon and walked away alive, it was not going to happen.

“Daki, my sweet, sweet Daki, what have they done to you.”

A small little movement, an image and nothing more, as they would kneel before them and place a gentle and soothing hand against the side of there face, to stop the flaking skin from moving up and blowing away in the night breeze, to delay it and nothing more, they could only do so much for this sweet maiden, who had served without question and done every single thing that they asked for, going further and more beyond with each request.

“I need you –”

The small whisper, a lean down for their nose to touch the top of white hair. She would reject any notion at all, that one so favored would be killed. The lower moons were to blame. For not doing their duty for their betters in cleansing the land of this filth and scum. As she gently touched the other side of her face with her hand and overturned the head to look at it.

“Command your body and it will obey, let this head fade away and push yourself Daki, to grow another.”

She was an upper moon!

No matter if the title was shared, she had earned it a hundred times over on her own merit and actions, she would not allow one who has worked and never failed once in any single request. They were a true oni, a real demon like themselves, they only had to dig deeper within themselves to unlock the final secret to perfect being a demon.

The will to live.

“I know you can do it, who is more beautiful than you, none.”

They needed these slayers killed, they were still here, of Daki could regrow her head, it would finally push her over that last hurdle and truly make her into a perfect demon that had overcome this one mere hurdle that has killed so many of their kind. If she could do it – why not the upper moons.

All of them spoiled, all of them gifted endless amounts of praise, affection, blood. Each one had lived a dozen lifetimes compared to humans, their power was upon a whole other level, upper moons did not fail, upper moons did not get defeated, upper moons did not die.

“Daki, I still need you, fight for me, one last time and kill them all.”

[whirling-fangs]

Sekido looked down at the boar headed slayer as they stood on the porting docks near the Sea of Japan or East Sea. The demon growled grabbing the human by his arm before hissing in a venomous fury. “Let’s see if you drown like the pig you are squealing.” The Upper Moon was annoyed by the human for ruining his kimono. The clones had come to see a trader to get some flowers from the west for their master but this slayer came from nowhere. The package was lost to the oceans’ depths so he was going to make sure the brat suffered the same fate. - @demcnsden

This place was driving Inosuke to insanity.

He had never seen that much water. He didn't think it was possible for this sort of landscape to ever exist. The crow had taken him far from the mountains he was familiar with, towards flatter lands where he had done a quick job at dispatching the demon... until he had felt another one nearby.

A much, much more powerful one.

He ignored the crow's warning squeaks and headed further into the city, causing quite the uproar amongst the crowds. Some confused merchants dropped their wares, the panic spreading to the docks, precious goods tossed into the ocean. The demon - or was there more than one ? - had to be nearby.

Inosuke had his swords drawn out, ready to slice at the offending figure, when he saw it. That immense, endless stretch of water, pitch dark in the faint moonlight.

It was the scariest thing Inosuke had ever seen.

He failed to feel the demon approach, his heart skipping a beat at the iron grip closed around his arm.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU-"

The curses died in his throat. Terror drummed at his ears, his frantic heartbeat covering the city's noise. He could only hear one other noise, the crashing of the waves against the wooden dock's pillars, like a predator grinding its teeth before a good meal.

[lordfounder]

@demcnsden

*bloodcurdling screaming*

"Please lower your voice, Sekido-dono. You will disrupt the prayer."

[palesin]

@demcnsden | &. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❛ you think you could give me a hand? ❜

❝Heh. . . .that all depends on tha kinda hand you're askin' for.❞ Gyutaro's tone is lazy, amused while also issuing a light warning. Blaw claws slick against the floor in a slow, uneven rhythm. ❝ Mine don't excatly do gentle, ya know.❞ The grin that follows is crooked, too wide to be human. Slowly, he leans forward to her, the light catching the glint in his sickly green hues.

❝You sure you want my hand?❞ He rasps, his head tilting slowly ❝ People don't come back the same after holdin' it.❞ A lengthy pause for the quiet to settle, and then tenderly he murmurs ❝. . .but maybe you ain't scared of a little ruin. ❞

[cryopathiic]

❝ only the best for you. ❞ The demoness smiled as her pink obi dropped some fresh females for Upper Two. The most people women she had captured before coming to visit. Five unconscious bodies laid before him as she sat like an excited child waiting for praise with a wide grin and big sparkling eyes. -Daki (demcnsden)

Dōma's blood was powerful. It ran cold and thick in a shade of dark crimson and held a glimmering sheen when oxidized. It was nutrient-dense and smelled sickly sweet, like flowers on the verge of rotting. To any fellow demon, the smell was almost hypnotic. It was renowned for its potency, that allowed Upper Two to freeze over an entire village without depleting its capacity. It carried the virility of Dōma's youth and the crystalline quality of his otherworldly beauty.

Naturally, any progeny born from this stuff may as well have been breastfed on steroids.

As such, it was no surprise that when Daki first showed up in the Lord Founder's Audience Chamber, the monks present had to avert their gaze to the floor. Her beauty was almost insufferable to the follower girls in the temple; an impossible standard for them to match. From the silky quality of her hair to her thick luscious lashes and bright eyes — the demoness was immune to imperfection. And Dōma took credit for that; for the elegance in her motions and her voluptuous frame that was brought straight out of mundane fantasy.

Monk Yuzui helped arrange the unconscious women before the Founder's seat, all the while avoiding Daki's penetrating glare like the plague. He was one of the few loyal acolytes that had made it into his forties, well aware of the temple's secret and in accordance with Dōma's nature. Yuzui was loyal, fed on the promise of eventually being turned into a demon by Dōma as well. As such, the demons could speak freely in his presence.

❝ Ah, my dearest little lotus, look at you! All grown up and pretty~ ❞ Dōma cooed from his plush throne, peering over without shifting from his cross-legged seat. He only unfolded his long legs after Yuzui had returned to his corner, and his towering shadow was cast over the poor human while he gracefully descended the steps. Making his way to the demoness, he immediately reached out to bristle his knuckles over her cheek and cup her face to tilt her chin up. Dōma's frigid touch was a stark juxtaposition to the warmth his seraphic features emulated when he smiled down at her.

❝ Such gorgeous eyes you have. You've taken after me, it seems~ And your hair is so soft... ❞ He giggled while twirling one of her curls around his finger; but it was not a joke. Dōma still believed that both her and Gyutaro owed him big time for feeding them that powerful stuff; even if he had never explicitly admitted it. After he had goaded over his progeny enough, he took a step back and reluctantly looked over the bodies with a thoughtful hum. He seemed unsure.

❝ Mm, I don't know about this... these girls look like they're in rigor mortis. Their pulse is faint and their bodies have been unconscious for some time. They must have lost their will to live already. Besides, I would feel more comfortable if I knew a bit about them first, you know? It tastes better this way. ❞ Every blasphemous word, Dōma spoke with an air of a benevolent humanitarian. His eyes browsed over the bodies with a profound melancholy; before snapping back to his jubilant self a second later.

❝ But! — I have an idea. Since you came all this way, why don't you stay and catch up with me? Even though I'm always putting in a good word for you to Master, you guys barely visit anymore... ❞ He wasn't going to give Daki the time to decide, already having made up his mind as he gestured towards his monk. ❝ We can feed these girls to Gyokko, instead. Yuzui-sama, fetch the pot, please. ❞

The bulky man obeyed humbly and dragged his robes across the room to grab an elaborately decorated porcelain vase from a shelf. Dōma was making some space on the cushions for Daki to join him around the hookah while rambling excitedly.

❝ It's a lot of fun; if you lean over the rim, you can hear him gobbling them up! Come, come sit with me! I want to hear all about your adventures in Yoshiwara~ ❞

[swordsxandxsakuras]

@demcnsden asked Ume glanced over at Nezuko before blowing her bubblegum into a bubble to just pop it. “Hey Kamado do you have a gym partner yet?” It was gym class and the girls had to partner up.

The troublemaker was in her gym uniform, hanging upside down on the monkey bars like a bat. Her red eyes see Ume "Daki" Sabana, the 'most beauty girl in school. She narrows her eyes in suspicion.

🌸 → ❝ You're one of those 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼. Why do you want me as a partner? ❞

[absurditea]

. . . IT WOULD HIT YOU LIKE POISON IF YOU KNEW WHAT I KNEW . . .

@demcnsden : Hinatsuru (5'7) to Shinobu (demcnsden) Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine!

This is fine. Height isn't everything.

[burnxngslash]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 | @demcnsden | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

"We might get caught!" -Hinatsuru to Tengen (demcnsden)

━━   ❝   𝐓𝐜𝐡, 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨-   ❞   The shinobi scoffs before leaning closer, letting those lips of his pepper her neck with gentle kisses. He kept his wife straddling him as they initially enjoyed the privacy of these springs they found in the wilderness, of course, the place was deserted upon the time they discovered it; however, there was always the lingering threat that a traveling merchant or lost vagabond would come and find them compromised. “We’ll make a flashy show for ‘em, hold nothing back and lay it all out in the open.” Sometimes he could have been shameless as his lips continued to leave little kisses against her skin, arriving to her lips to steal yet another kiss.