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I think Aizetsu pisses Karaku off the most of all the clones. Dude always had smarmy remarks and probably ragebaits him 😆

*Kills slayer that Karaku was messing with*

Karaku: Aye! What gives?!

Aizetsu: You were struggling so much I had to finish them off. Its sad how weak you are. 😔

Karaku: You Motherf......!! 🤬

So what diabolical things do you think demon Aizetsu gets up to?

Hmmm, that's a really good question. I figure he is more apathetic than the rest, and probably doesn't derive as much enjoyment from torture and depraved activities as his counterparts, but that doesn't mean he never partakes. Most likely because the Sorrow default makes it so that the stimulation actually has to be stronger. He must obtain some gratification somehow! Sexually abusing the pets who they take, for instance. Maybe human experimentation, which I think was a HC I accrued from your iron maiden fic!

dizzieskizze

"It's quiet without them"

An old SekiAi piece I did. Wanted to color this for the longest time, maybe I will someday

eidolonshiva

These two tend to hang out the most often out of the brothers. They're fairly physically affectionate with one another and are usually lounging about together.

clonemanifestation

sebcalaguas

AKAZAAA!!!

xamor

Dōma checks all four boxes.

#douma #demon slayer #shitpost #Kimetsu no Yaiba

So what happened to old man Hantengu in D & G? Going by the timeline sounds like he'd be in his late fities or sixties at most, considering Urami was 16 at the time of the birth of the quads-so given sekido is twenty one, Urami would be hot dame in prison at 37. Lady Muzan early forties.

He doing Hantengu stuff? Or conveniently grandpa died? Lol

I wish i could tell you I had something awesome and well-thought-out but I literally just killed him off in the first chapter of D&G, this story had no plot in the beginning, I had no idea where I was going with it 🥲 I regret it. But I am revisiting Hantengu's fate so I can come up with something more interesting.

He'd be a little older than late 50s, so probably mid to late 60. Still pretty young.

He did really fuck with Muzan's life after all...

xamor

D&G chapter 30 preview

“Did Lady Ubuyashiki tire of me already?”

Dōma sighs despondently, glancing up at her right-hand man, regal and imposing as ever.

Surprisingly, he is frowning. Not a common sight from Michikatsu-san, as he always wore the most neutral impassive facial expression, no matter the situation.

The only solace Dōma can count on right now is that he is so very talented at getting under his skin, enough for him to break his calmness.

“Seems unlikely, not with that fire she had the last time she was here. She seemed like she was going to skin me alive! The rage in her eyes was incredible. And the loathing as she spoke to me! It almost hurt as much as when she pulled off these.”

He waved his fingers around; the blood crusted around his raw nailbeds oxidizing to a dark brown color.

“But I haven’t seen her in so long."

Dōma’s iridescent eyes turn downward, body deflating as he places his injured hands over his face.

“I wonder why she wanted the identification of my working girls. You wouldn’t be willing to share, hmm Michi-san?”

All he received was a blank stare in response.

“I’m afraid for what will happen to my girls.” Dōma continues, dialing up the saddened and weepy tone.

“They won’t get disappeared, will they?”

A slight twitch of Michikatsu’s upper lip.

“That would be heartbreaking. I pride myself on taking care of them, but I suppose if they were misbehaving enough to capture Lady Ubuyashiki’s wrath, then my hands are tied. Literally.”

He pulls at the zip-tie around his wrist, demonstrating the chafed reddened skin around the tie to the tall, darkened man is if he wasn’t the one to place it in the first place. Tightly.

“I’m still trying to piece together what merited such a harsh reaction from the Lady.”

Dōma is fairly confident about his suppositions on the mess he is currently involved in.

Kibutsuji Karaku means something to Lady Ubuyashiki.

More than a plaything.

More than a random boy toy she is currently attached to.

It goes deeper than that, it has to.