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[eleventhforms]

Lying....he smelled the disgusting scent. This woman...wasn't just s high ranking Demon. No. Far from it. This...was Muzan..

There was so much..so much to fight for. And this question. The glowing crimson demonic eyes that stared unfeeling back at him. He wasn't. He wasn't afraid to die." I'm not afraid of dying." He said. Calmly. Collected and focused. But he knew..he was most likely going to die. Taking a breath. Calmly. He waved his blade.

"Eleventh form:," he hitched in his breath. He highly doubted her words. The words of deceit. Lies and utter nonsense that only the most desperate would even consider listening to. Every Hashira fought for a reason. His was because he lost so much to them. A common reason. A common fight. He didn't finish it. He wouldn't attempt the attack. He had to wait. Plan it. His cold watery blue eyes squinting deeply." Muzan...you have no right to even consider lying to me. Spouting this bullshit.." he hissed in annoyance." I know you plan to kill me." His blade pointed at him. He rushed into danger smelling the blood." You got sloppy.." though this statement came with a form of acknowledgement. He was most likely going to die there. He'd rather die fighting.

He breathed in and out constantly. He huffed. He had admitted he let his anger take hold and that was a mistake. Cold...stay calm. Breaths of air filling his lungs.

Fight..fight like you never fought in your life! Running was useless. Fighting was useless but he would die trying." Dead calm!" Everything around him froze. As if he was tye only one go be moving. Closer. Closer..so damn close to where he passed her..but..the only one to come out hurt..

was him.

His eyes widened slightly as his blood erupted from wounds that appeared so fast he had no chance to even gag on the pain.

A silent scream from the pain filled his mouth as he gripped his sword. He couldn't let go.." shit!" Staggering he struggled be refrained. He wouldn't." It's a joke..to even think..I have a chance to beat you.." he had the right to admit that." Rengoku was...everything...so many innocent people dead..good people..for what..?" A genuine question to the demon king. Blood dripping from his arms and legs.

"I refuse..falling means so many lives fall with m-me. I won't die. Not...y-yet!"

[Bless me with your muses wisdom!]

THIS WAS SOMETHING … INTERESTING …

A human putting themselves at risk. Throwing themselves into the line of danger for someone they hardly even know, and yet this one had rushed all the way into the darkness. Knowing fully well what would await a lone man within the darkness with nothing more than thugs and brutes such as that as company for her. It was … pleasing to see.

The thing that her demons had long since lacked was that courage, the charge into the unknown without fear, without hesitation, without a moments notice nor care for there own will being. Perhaps suicidal to some degree in there method to hurt themselves into, the line of fire would you say, but it did, bring a smile to her face.

“Are you afraid.”

Were there had once been, a would be thief, perhaps worse than that if he had been given the chance to live a little bit longer, there was now nothing left. As he had been merely removed. Stains upon the walls within the dark alley and little else. As her crimson eyes narrowed on this little wonderer. A rare thing to see, a man within this … district, acting so rash and holding a blade as well of all things, curiosity was on the rise as she would take a single step forward, to get closer to them.

“Don’t be, nothing is going to harm you.”

#fallesto

[eleventhforms]

"Save me..from myself.."

#you act the fool among men; giyuu

[eleventhforms]

"No! No! Mama!" The little boy yelled in such anguish to whiteness the dust form from his mother's body. Why!? Why!?

"Mother!!" It was a cold sweat. Shooting up from his sleep he huffed in pure terror as he rubbed his brow free of the sweat. The memory of his mother's 'murder's was always like a clear view into the past. Seeing her body disintegrate into nothing before his very eyes. Thoes were the worst parts to view. It was always the same. It was never a dream. Never a bad dream.

And to see his sweat beading off his forehead he sighed. He wondered what his sensei was doing. Probably sleeping for how bright it was outside. He was tired. And sleeping felt impossible so he got out of bed and began to make his way out through his room to the back of the mansion. Viewing the garden that was coated in the notorious butterflies. Something about it always seems too peaceful to be true. But the only thing he wasn't expecting to see was him..his big brother. The wind hashira. His similar gaze eyeing him closely as he let a small shaky breath leave his lips.

"Just ignore him Genya.." he muttered to himself. It was a sense of guilt. He never could truly hate his brother as much as he should. He blamed him for their mother's death. When in reality it was Muzan. The man behind the demons. The man behind everything. And it made him sick. Made him tear up slightly as he roughly wiped his tears away with his sleeve." Dammit..I.." he was scared. Needed something. To keep him together. He was far from the best person. Maybe he should take Tanjiro's advice. Reconcile. But...how could he if he couldnt work up the courage to face his only remaining family he abandoned so long ago?

Looking up once more he noticed his brother was gone.

ANOTHER CHANCE GONE.

Or was it?

BIG BROTHER

Was what he had to experience..? To see his own brother kill their mother? Genya was too young to understand it. As much as his own face was bleeding so heavily like his brother's he had cradled their mother without a seconds thought. All of their other siblings were dead. They were the last two remaining members of the family. But why..?

All he could remember before he came to was finding his mother doing something to his other siblings. He went to get a glass of water and before he knew it. He was hiding under a cupboard. His body tucked in tight. Before she could touch him big brother came in. But being so traumatized. He didn't know any better. He didn't know what happened.

Or he didn't care.

Why their mother of all things!? His teeth bore. Tears rolling down his eyes heavily as he cried. Balling his eyes out to no end as he pulled his mother's body in close. His face hurts so much but he was too distraught to even think about it. The salt in the tears smearing the blood down his own face.

He hated him. Why of all people to do this? Why was it their own brother that would kill her? Why couldn't it have been a stranger? A burglar? A thief, something other than him!

"Murderer..." he muttered into their mother's body. Gripping her tightly. Shaking her as if she would wake up but to no avail.

"Murderer! You killed mommy!" He whined. Such pain and distress in his little lungs made his voice crack. Wiping tears from his eyes with his bloody sleeves. Tears slapping against his dead mother.

"Mommy...mommy please wake up!" He shook her body. Useless. But it was an effort. Something..a twitch. A moan. Anything!?

"Mama!"

@fallesto

#im the man who will kill you; genya #fallesto

[eleventhforms]

quiet trauma sentence starters

“I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“It doesn’t really feel like mine.”

“I’m afraid of what happens in my head, sometimes.”

“I miss you.”

“I missed you.”

“I was scared.”

“I thought you were dead! I thought I was coming to scrape your body off the sidewalk.”

“Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80.”

“Will you stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

“That was unkind.”

“I’m tired.”

“Is this okay?”

“We’re just… not in the right place.”

“I think we should wait.”

“This isn’t working.”

“I should… look, I need to tell you something.”

“I was afraid to tell you.”

#calm but dangerous; memes

[eleventhforms]

Nightmares & Sleeping Meme

Words

“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

“Hey, last night… Are you okay?”

“How long have you been having nightmares like this?”

“Talk to me.”

“Let me stay. I can make you breakfast in the morning.” 

“How long have I been out?”

“What happened?”

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! [Name], it’s me, hey.”

“Was it the same as last time?”

“Strange place to fall asleep.”

“Do you …  live here?”

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“You were already asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It calmed you down, I think.” 

“You’re safe. It’s okay, I promise you, you’re safe. You need to stop fighting them.”

“I’m sorry, I know, I’m trying to help you. I want to help you, you’re hurt, I’m - god, I’m sorry, please go back to sleep.”

Actions

(Feel free to change which muse does what by adding names, etc!)

[TALK] - for receiver’s muse to be talking in their sleep.

[AWAKE] - for our muses to be lying awake together, neither one of them able to get (back?) to sleep.

[JOLT] -  for receiver’s muse to jolt awake after a nightmare, possibly being held/talked to by sender’s muse.

[HURT] -  for receiver’s muse to be half-conscious after an injury, and not able to keep their nightmares separate from reality.

[SOOTHE] - for sender to comfort receiver’s muse while they’re having a nightmare, trying to keep receiver asleep.

[TUCK] - for sender to find receiver’s muse asleep somewhere and tuck them in with a blanket (or jacket, etc)

[QUESTION] -  for sender’s muse to check whether receiver’s muse is Okay, in the morning after a nightmare, in a wordless way (touching their arm, etc)

[PLEASE] for receiver’s muse to ask sender’s muse for comfort after a nightmare, or for company staying up so they don’t have a nightmare.

#calm but dangerous; memes

[eleventhforms]

BIG BROTHER

Was what he had to experience..? To see his own brother kill their mother? Genya was too young to understand it. As much as his own face was bleeding so heavily like his brother's he had cradled their mother without a seconds thought. All of their other siblings were dead. They were the last two remaining members of the family. But why..?

All he could remember before he came to was finding his mother doing something to his other siblings. He went to get a glass of water and before he knew it. He was hiding under a cupboard. His body tucked in tight. Before she could touch him big brother came in. But being so traumatized. He didn't know any better. He didn't know what happened.

Or he didn't care.

Why their mother of all things!? His teeth bore. Tears rolling down his eyes heavily as he cried. Balling his eyes out to no end as he pulled his mother's body in close. His face hurts so much but he was too distraught to even think about it. The salt in the tears smearing the blood down his own face.

He hated him. Why of all people to do this? Why was it their own brother that would kill her? Why couldn't it have been a stranger? A burglar? A thief, something other than him!

"Murderer..." he muttered into their mother's body. Gripping her tightly. Shaking her as if she would wake up but to no avail.

"Murderer! You killed mommy!" He whined. Such pain and distress in his little lungs made his voice crack. Wiping tears from his eyes with his bloody sleeves. Tears slapping against his dead mother.

"Mommy...mommy please wake up!" He shook her body. Useless. But it was an effort. Something..a twitch. A moan. Anything!?

"Mama!"

@fallesto

[eleventhforms]

Added to the multimuse is Genya shinazugawa! Give thus lil shit some love-]]

#im the man who will kill you; genya #ooc #multimuse #additionally

[eleventhforms]

more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

“you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

[eleventhforms]

"This..isn't possible..why us..?" It was hard to control such hunger. It felt like he was starving but he was lucky enough to have such willpower to surpass it so far. He was tired. Tengen gave in almost instantly when Muzan Kibutsuji made him into a demon. But he still somehow maintained his head.

"I cannot..eat..but I'm so hungry." He hissed. Sharp teeth bore with droplets to saliva baring the signs of his hunger. Her offer to figure it out made the demon hashira raise his head." Its impossible..there is no cure to this..but..I mustn't..eat.." he clacked his jaw a few times. Biting into his wrist but the blood tasted disgusting.

                            @eleventhforms​   ╰┈➤ ❝ [ ʄʀօʍ ɢɨʏʊʊ ȶօ ǟֆȶʀǟ ] ❞

“Spare me from this fate..what have I become!?”

[ The situation certainly wasn’t ideal. He’d been turned into a demon just like that little boy–Tanjiro? His sister. Just like her. And he was at least able to control himself, seeing as he wasn’t attacking her outright.. even if he were begging for his death.

❝Unfortunately, you’re a demon now.❞

Her hand tightened on her sword. 

❝Are you sure you want me to, Giyuu?❞

He’d come to her out of them all. He either thought he was going to get comfort from her.. or he were going to his death. Both were flattering to her. It meant that he respected her skills… but.. what would the cost be to her own mental health? Could she handle killing her comrade.. and have another death of someone she cared for her on her conscience?

❝I don’t want to do this. We can find a way. Just like that little girl. Giyuu, if you come with me I’ll make sure things are okay.❞

❝We’ll figure it out, I promise.❞   ]

#you are cattle to the strong; demon giyuu #astra

[eleventhforms]

muzan’s a sadist, pass it on

#PAssInG

[eleventhforms]

It was still very much confusing. Such shattered pieces of his memories floating suspended just out of reach. His hands barely able to touch them. His cold eyes pinned towards the floor as his Creator brushed his hair. Hands on his lap as he listened.

"I..can't remember my name..its out of reach. Who I was.." his eyes engraved with the numbers 'upper rank 5'. Each passing moment like an eternity. He felt cold. Confused.

HUNGRY.

A mere leg was not enough for him. He needed more. But he was willing to wait. Willing to be obedient to his master. He was bound to fall asleep to his treatment as well. Relaxing touch. So much so it was like a sleeping agent.

"I do hope they return..Tengen had been..'kind' enough to escort me back to you..for that I'm..thankful. I'd be lost if not for him.." tengen however was far from stable. From what he saw. He had an army of wives at his side. Most not willing. He didn't understand it. Everything was confusing. Hard to get a grip on it.

One second he remembers his old life. How lonely it was. How cold it felt to be the highest in strength. But the lowest in social status. The black dog. The outcast among the herd of white sheep.

"Thank you for this..it is quite..relaxing."

『 ┍━━━━━━━»•» @eleventhforms​ // for demon giyuu «•«━━━━━━━┑ 』

Brush– Muzan brushing demon giyuu’s hair

It was strange–brushing a demon’s hair. “Regardless of it all, I am very happy you came back to us.” He muffled a cough into his sleeve. Luckily there wasn’t any blood this time..

He made sure to comb Giyuu’s hair and then move on with the brush. He gently untangled a few strands that he missed with his hands and slowly brushed it out, making it shine in the moon’s light. His touch was comforting. “Have your memories been showing themselves or are they still lost?”

“There’s no shame in not remembering.. but with breaking the curse, I think they’ll start coming back here or there. Hopefully without the confusion, as well.”

#you are cattle to the strong; demon giyuu #calamxty

[eleventhforms]

It was almost instant. What made Giyuu drop the leg upon watching them fight. His blood sulked lips dripping with saliva. Clenching his fists to the point they bled from his sharp claws digging deep into his palms. He was so confused.

LOST.

LOSING HIMSELF IN A WORLD OF JUMBLED MEMORIES AND SHATTERED EMOTIONS.

He felt broken. Shattered to pieces. And conflicted between the two. One was a demon like him. A high level. But the other was a hashira. He knew what he was but couldn't place how he knew such a thing. Looking to the sword in his hand he read the engraving on the side.

'Destroyer of Demons'.

As for the Demon. The fight was getting worse. It made the former water hashira watch in intrest and confusion. The cleavers connecting with the fire hashira's sword. Each explosion slapping hard against the blades mixing in with fire and smoke making it hard to see.

"I don't have to try to kill you! Your only human!" Tengen grinned. Sharp teeth sharing the excitement in the air as he laughed with glee and excitement. The sent of blood in the air made his mind so sure on victory. What did he know!? He didn't know him!

It was a joke. A fucking joke! The hashira was truly by all means pissing him off with his assumptions. Accusations! Lies! He was strong!" Any blow to you can mean victory! I could cut you to pieces and I would have won without having to even kill you! A legless, armless worm at my fucking feet, Kyojuro!" He spat as he raised his blade.

"First form: Roar!" Raising his blades he drove them into the ground. A shockwave of sound rocking through both air and earth. Cracks forming in the pressure the sound produced." I want you aware of what's going to happen to you. Make you watch while I feed on your corpse.. i can already taste it!"

013. — Strangle my muse.

[[Any rengoku from Demon Giyuu]]

IF YOU CAN, HELP OTHERS; IF YOU CANNOT DO THAT, AT LEAST DO NOT HARM THEM.

He had sworn that he would never raise his blade nor his hands to anyone that was human. To anyone that he knew, to any innocent and to any that he called his friend as well. As he was upon his back, his hands latching tightly around the wrists of the hands that were attempting to squeeze every single last drop of life out of him. As he was struggling under the strain. Pulling as hard as he could, digging his fingers tightly into the skin and pulling at it to try and remove the hands upon him, if only a little.

“You have not fallen yet…” He managed to spit out. As he had been taken by surprise, overpowered by not killed. To end someone like this, was the actions of a coward, someone caught within the moment and nothing more and he could see a mixture of great pain and sorrow within there eyes as the other was seated upon him, holding him down with there weight as he had no choice in the matter now. “Forgive me…”

As one hand dropped to his side as he would grab at his blade and quickly remove it, swiping it quickly across the arms that held him and were attempting to extract every single last drop of life out of him as he would slice right through them, in the moment just managing to see that stunned look upon there face. No cry, not scream…nothing as he pushed into there chest with his other hand and forced them from him as he rolled to the side and then quickly scattered up to his feet. A hundred different openings created within the moment and he took none of them as all would result in a clean removal of the head of the man he had once called friend. As he coughed. Turned and spat the blood from his mouth and raised his blade upwards.

“Don’t make me do this.”

#fallesto

[eleventhforms]

"What's a pogchamp?"

"In all honesty it's a cancer among mankind-"

"Honestly..doesn't sound all that flashy.."

#you are cattle to the strong; demon giyuu #i am a demon of style; demon tengen #ask #crack #SGDHCVFG #poggers

[eleventhforms]

YES I LOVE THIS DJFJCV

ok ok ok so hear me out–the nichirin blades have to be left out during the daytime to recharge the ore. Part of their upkeep is spending x amount of hours in the sun as opposed to x amount of hours in the sheath.

#[[ooc]] #[[reblog]]

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Tengen grinned. Couldn't help it for the threatening of his honor was something he couldn't stand. It made a vein pop on his forehead as he licked his lips and cracked his neck with his shoulders.

"Threatening my honor!? Clever. Because you just pissed me off!" He hissed. Baring teeth towards him as the red horns that protruded from his forehead glistened in the moon light. Grabbing both blades that were fastened to his back he had almost forgotten about Giyuu behind him. His cold eyes glancing over him as he tossed the leg back to him. Like an animal. Catching it and driving his teeth into the flesh. The sounds made tengen smirk.

"Our creator has given me power. Pourpous! For what hashira has taken away. He gives to us in their place." The numbers in his face bright and clear.a near sparkle in them. The same number of which he killed the upper moon 6 demons with Tanjiro and his friends. Him? The replacement. He was replacing every upper moon with a hashira in it's place. And since upper moon five was gone. Giyuu was their replacement.

His muscles bulging as his lips dripped with the pure salivation and hunger that bit into him. He was no woman but he was beautiful. Flashy with thoes eyes." But you wouldn't understand would you? I want your head mounted to my wall~ preserve that flashy look of yours every time I look at you!" He laughed. His heart would be his. The best part to the body was the heart. Red, chewy. Holds the most blood. It was delicious. His fingers digging into the weapons he used to slay demons with. Effortlessly swinging them in a way that reflected his old personality. Showing off with a side of confidence that brought forth that need to show he was better than them. Taking a deep inhale the air could be seen.

"Forth Form: Constand resounding slashes!" With a flex of his clevers his movement was almost instant. Tapping something upon his blade as he sung them towards Rengoku in quick succession. Trees exploding in various pieces around them. His target. Rengoku Kyojuro. Former friend. Not that he remembers that part of his life anymore. He considered himself a god now. A demon that holds more right to slaughter man than they do demons.

"Hold still Hashira and I may make it quick!!"

013. — Strangle my muse.

[[Any rengoku from Demon Giyuu]]

IF YOU CAN, HELP OTHERS; IF YOU CANNOT DO THAT, AT LEAST DO NOT HARM THEM.

He had sworn that he would never raise his blade nor his hands to anyone that was human. To anyone that he knew, to any innocent and to any that he called his friend as well. As he was upon his back, his hands latching tightly around the wrists of the hands that were attempting to squeeze every single last drop of life out of him. As he was struggling under the strain. Pulling as hard as he could, digging his fingers tightly into the skin and pulling at it to try and remove the hands upon him, if only a little.

“You have not fallen yet…” He managed to spit out. As he had been taken by surprise, overpowered by not killed. To end someone like this, was the actions of a coward, someone caught within the moment and nothing more and he could see a mixture of great pain and sorrow within there eyes as the other was seated upon him, holding him down with there weight as he had no choice in the matter now. “Forgive me…”

As one hand dropped to his side as he would grab at his blade and quickly remove it, swiping it quickly across the arms that held him and were attempting to extract every single last drop of life out of him as he would slice right through them, in the moment just managing to see that stunned look upon there face. No cry, not scream…nothing as he pushed into there chest with his other hand and forced them from him as he rolled to the side and then quickly scattered up to his feet. A hundred different openings created within the moment and he took none of them as all would result in a clean removal of the head of the man he had once called friend. As he coughed. Turned and spat the blood from his mouth and raised his blade upwards.

“Don’t make me do this.”

#i am a demon of style; demon tengen #fallesto

[eleventhforms]

Note that if I dont rp tengen much due to me only seeing him once in the first season during Tanjiro's trial regarding his sister. It will no doubt mostly be giyuu.]]

#[[ooc]] #[[psa]]

[eleventhforms]

The look in his eyes spelled it all. Rengoku. The only man who understood his pain. And he was killing him. He lost himself. He was so hungry. Just freshly turned and his hunger was unbearable. Unquenchable.

"R...Rengoku..?" He asked. Tears flowing down his face as his slitted eyes made eye contact with him." I'm so hungry..I can't.." he much like with what he did to Nezuko. His arms instantly regenerated. His stomach growling like a hungry animal as he salivated in desperate need to feed. His blood..it smelled so sweet. Any blood smelled sweet to him.

Almost like an alluring piece of pie or a delicious meal waiting for him to feast upon it. Only thing was that it was still alive. And it was his...friend..? Was it? He could barely remember. He was becoming noticeably more farel. Until he bit down on his blade. Tears dripping from his eyes before the bright laughter of a side man erupted from a tree behind Giyuu. Enjoying the show more than anything. Before it kept from the tree to reveal itself. Taking Giyuu by the back of the head to force his head back and remove the blade from his mouth. Popping a human arm into his mouth as he began to chew. Feast upon the succulent flesh of a womans thigh.

"Eat, Giyuu. I'm sure our Creator wouldn't be happy if he found you not eating!" The voice seemingly flamboyant and cocky. A familiar voice no doubt to Rengoku as his purplish eyes made eye contact with him. The number of 'upper rank Six' etched into his eyes as he gave Rengoku a smile. Eyes wide as his tongue flicked out towards him." Rengoku..I was hoping I'd see your face again~! Very flashy moves I might add. Took his arms clean off. Shame I couldn't see the job through."

His smile slowly turning to a depraved and disgusted frown. He was a demon for far longer than Giyuu. Who was freshly turned by his master's hand. He ran off before anything could be done. Looked like he found his prey. How beautiful~

"I'd love...To see a show between you and Giyuu." Pulling the leg free from Giyuu's mouth like an animal he growled at Tengen. Who only threw the blade he tore from his grip back into it." If you manage to kill the hashira. Then maybe I can get you a whole body to yourself. Mm?"

013. — Strangle my muse.

[[Any rengoku from Demon Giyuu]]

IF YOU CAN, HELP OTHERS; IF YOU CANNOT DO THAT, AT LEAST DO NOT HARM THEM.

He had sworn that he would never raise his blade nor his hands to anyone that was human. To anyone that he knew, to any innocent and to any that he called his friend as well. As he was upon his back, his hands latching tightly around the wrists of the hands that were attempting to squeeze every single last drop of life out of him. As he was struggling under the strain. Pulling as hard as he could, digging his fingers tightly into the skin and pulling at it to try and remove the hands upon him, if only a little.

“You have not fallen yet…” He managed to spit out. As he had been taken by surprise, overpowered by not killed. To end someone like this, was the actions of a coward, someone caught within the moment and nothing more and he could see a mixture of great pain and sorrow within there eyes as the other was seated upon him, holding him down with there weight as he had no choice in the matter now. “Forgive me…”

As one hand dropped to his side as he would grab at his blade and quickly remove it, swiping it quickly across the arms that held him and were attempting to extract every single last drop of life out of him as he would slice right through them, in the moment just managing to see that stunned look upon there face. No cry, not scream…nothing as he pushed into there chest with his other hand and forced them from him as he rolled to the side and then quickly scattered up to his feet. A hundred different openings created within the moment and he took none of them as all would result in a clean removal of the head of the man he had once called friend. As he coughed. Turned and spat the blood from his mouth and raised his blade upwards.

“Don’t make me do this.”

#you are cattle to the strong; demon giyuu #i am a demon of style; demon tengen #fallesto