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Exotica accidently letting it slip that she knows all the uppermoons to a demon slayer. Like they have good hearing and now she is suddenly being hunted and that's the last straw for muzan who turns her into a demon if and or exotica saying "fuck it , just this once" and getting a particular nasty men (someone who's deserve it) killed by asking daki or gyutaro.

If you've been following along you'll know I typically make asks as cannon as I can but this one's going to break this pattern because it just doesn't fit with the storyline that I am working on.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

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Exotica | Consequences

It slipped while you were trying to warn a Mizunoe, the second lowest rank of a Demon Slayer. The truth about the upper moon that they wanted to face was that they couldn’t be beat by typical means. When asked why that was the case you explained the fighting style that Douma had, encouraging them to leave before the sun set. Pressing even further they forced you to spill whatever else you knew about the upper moons all the while pleading that they leave as soon as possible. Alas they didn’t listen and instead held you at sword point saying ‘if you mean so much to them, surely they’d be willing to save you from certain death.’ You knew they wouldn't violate the code and you gathered this was a tactic to avoid your interference but nonetheless it was a threat and a certain duo didn’t play when you were in any hint of danger.

Sure enough Gyutarou and Daki were standing menacingly in the corners of your room.

The amateur demonslayer continued to taunt them as they just stood there, as if held back by something. You were concerned but not for you. You knew full well how fast Gyutarou and Daki could move; surely a lot faster than this guy could pierce your skin. If they were holding themselves back for anyone it’d be on the command for That Man.

“Demon slayers are quite cocky these days, aren’t they?”

Immediately after, the warmth of the Mizunoe’s presence on you vanished and the cooling splatter of what had to be blood replaced it. You tried not to hyperventilate even as you slowly moved your hand to cup the gash that split the skin of your neck leaking out your own crimson contribution. You didn’t scream, you wouldn’t want to scare the girls, or the siblings in front of you. Who were both already crying or screaming. You couldn’t hear them. As the light faded from your (e/c) eyes you hoped everyone would be better off.

When you awoke, you felt strangely healthy yet on the brink of death. You looked at your skin, it looked healthy but something felt off. Realizing you were dressed in a flowy western style robe you would gain your bearings. Searching the Japanese style room that was filled with lavish furniture, paintings, and books. You eventually would slide open the door to be met with the confusing collection of Japanese styled hallways and stairs.

You were in the Infinity Castle.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

The upper moons who had gathered upon That Man’s request were shocked to hear such a noise bouncing off the walls of the castle. Daki, who was representing both her and her brother at the time jumped in joy.

“(Y/n)-chan!!!”

Leaving the other moons to look curiously at their break in character. Intrigued, Douma is the first to invite themselves to follow along.

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Landing on the balcony you seem to be leaning on for support Daki is in awe of your appearance. She lands on the ground in front of you dropping to her knees and offering her open palms to you.

“D-daki, am I what I think I am?”

“As perfect as That Man himself? Now You Are!”

You begin to stand on your own clutching the cloth of your robe as you make grips with your situation.

“Who’s the new blood?”

The conniving voice of the rainbow-eyed demon pierced through as he was playfully perched on the jutting bridge along with the upper moons. They all seemed to change their tunes when you turned to see them all. You had the likeness of That Man. Your confused gaze initiated the immediate urge to protect you. Dominate you? Own you? The demons were in absolute disarray. Your beauty and foreign looks shook them to whatever core they had left. Before any of them could take the time to jump you the presence of That Man demanded order be restored.

“Muzan what is-?”

You put your hand over your mouth as though it would stop the absolute destruction of yourself. You waited for the horrifying end you remembered of the Temari demon. But nothing happened. As shocked as you were, the others were even more so. You could feel more than their worried gazes on you, you could feel the exact thoughts of them all.

‘How are they still alive?!’

‘Is this a human? But they don’t smell like one?!’

‘Their horrified expression is delicious.’

Cringing a little, you looked into those magenta eyes that looked down upon you. You didn’t have to say anything because you knew, he knew. Finally blinking in response the Demon king introduced the newest demon as his parallel and near equal: you.

No questions asked or time to register you felt the slight pull of your waist and the shifting of the walls and floors of the castle. Suddenly in a room similar to the one you woke up in you were sitting on something soft. You tried to get up but the engulfing arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into the lap of none other than Muzan Kibitsuji. You tried to adjust yourself to make some space between you two but the pale head that slithered along your shoulder wedged itself against the jugular of your neck stopped you.

“Your neck. The vermin cut it as his last and final wish (Y/n). Isn’t that cruel (Y/n)?”

Evertime he uttered your name you could feel the rumbling of his chest in tandem with the husky breath fanning your neck. A light puncture of the skin and the forgiving caress of his tonuge had you breathe audibly hitch.

“Those demon slayers you seem to love so dearly wouldn’t think twice about hurting you.”

He released your waist to pull at your robe leaving you exposed to the draft of the room. You promptly sought to cover yourself up and he let you, gliding down your arm to your hand; re-enforcing the protective cover you placed.

“And how many times have I had to save you? Have my subordinates had to?”

He straightened back up, removing his head from its place. Pushing you down against him even more, if that was possible, to the point where your head rested against his shoulder. Curving his head practically on top of yours.

“Drink.”

You weren’t going to but something within you begged you to. Hesitantly you went to nibble at his neck finding the fangs that had sprouted to enter the skin. Acting as straws, the delicacy of his blood clouded your judgement, abandoning your soft nature for more of a starving one. Your hands that were previously protecting what privacy you had left went to busy themselves with the notion of bringing you closer to Muzan. His hands in the meanwhile replaced yours further holding you as closely as you wanted. You stayed like that for a while before you awoke from your hunger-driven trance to stop drinking, reeling back in horrified reflection. Removing yourself as much as he would allow you too, you focused on protecting your modesty and trying to grasp the reality of the situation. You were a demon. A monster.

“I-i’m sorry I-”

“You are mine. Meaning you are perfect or almost will be.”

You tried to escape his hold on you but you couldn’t break free. Leaving you like a deer in headlights as Muzan’s hands carded and tangled his hands in your elongated (y/t) hair.

“This is your problem, you care like them too much.”

Swiftly laying you on the tatami floor he easily held your wrists together kneeling by your frame.

“Give me a name.”

“What? For what?” You knew exactly what for.

“NOW.”

“No.”

“Give me a name or all those girls die.”

“...Horishii Take.”

A vendor for some merchandise you needed to be sold but a notorious predator upon the girls and even the boys of your found-family. Too long had you been unable to do anything about it. At least this was a good thing, right?

“Good. We’ll let Daki and Gyutarou deal with it.”

He left you in the silence of the room with the moonlight shining down upon you. You cried for the first time as a demon.

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