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Happy Halloween, everyone.

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"There is something wrong with this human… why on earth would I lick my own eyes, or any eyes for that matter?"

Quick little headcanon for you:

Kokushibo's top set of eyes always give away his emotional state. Since they replace his eyebrows, I like to imagine he unintentionally has his upper eyes doing things based on how he's feeling. Though,like everything else he does in that regard, it's super subtle and only really noticeable by someone that knows him well enough.

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Quick little headcanon for you:

Kokushibo's top set of eyes always give away his emotional state. Since they replace his eyebrows, I like to imagine he unintentionally has his upper eyes doing things based on how he's feeling. Though,like everything else he does in that regard, it's super subtle and only really noticeable by someone that knows him well enough.

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I will return once I have that illusive flower.

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"give it to me!!!!!!!!!!"

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As you wish.

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"give it to me!!!!!!!!!!"

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Shall I go and procure the spider lily for you?

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"give it to me!!!!!!!!!!"

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Beautiful. 😍

And finally

Fcking FINALLY—

Fin.

I may edit small details here and there later, but I'm definitely calling this a wrap for now.

Associated fic link. No pressure, just for anyone interested.

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A subtle twitch flickered behind the devil's centered left eye, chin tilting in a scrutinizing way as those hawkish orbs regarded the presence before him.

"Wait."

The single word held the authority of a mighty jaguar as it flew from his lips to shatter the silence once more.

"I cannot deny the fire in you, child. I will arrange an audience with Muzan for you. I..."

Glancing toward the sky, then back to the retreating form, the Moon Breather tutted to himself, his mind made up, and strolled after Tonauac.

"I will take you to Muzan."

Stood atop a moonlit shrine, the ancient being gazed forlorn at the glistening pool of crystalline water below. A sextuplet of eyes, six haunting ochre orbs, the two in the center contain the kanji for 'Upper Moon' and the daiji for 'One', representing his rank amongst the Demon King's legion. Upon this silent being's visage was a subtle, almost imperceptible frown, as if he were lost deeply within his own thoughts.

The air about this graceful form was that of an immovable mountain, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and petrichor, with an underlying hint of sandalwood, clung to his kimono-clad form, the aroma of springtime. At his hip rested a weapon of significant intrigue, as the hilt of the katana possessed eyes as unsettling as those rested within his impassive face, its scabbard a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and wood.

A gentle breeze stirred the trees, scattering delicate sakura petals into the eternal swordsman's hair. The ebony locks, tipped in scarlet tousled gently, as the fearsome yet serene Upper Moon One knelt in quiet contemplation atop the Torii gate that had become his perch.

The rustling of the leaves painted against the starlit canvas and the dappled shadows cast by the crescent moon beaming down upon the land offered a certain magnificence to the tranquil scene, and the devil, Kokushibo, the second strongest demon in existence, let out a measured breath of relaxation.

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"If what you say is true, then I would be foolish to refuse."

That indifferent yet authoritative voice rung out once more, smooth and melodic, and finally the fierce Upper One allowed his gaze to land upon the being before him. Those haunting yellowed orbs took stock of the individual, inventorying their appearance and mannerisms. Each and every little detail was noted, before he chuffed and glanced back up at the shaded domain of the moon.

"If it is an audience with the King of Demons you seek, I will arrange it, but first. A question..."

The spring-scented air between them echoed with the silence that hung heavy like smoke. His demeanor shifted, almost imperceptibly, a shapely hand moving to rest on the hilt of his katana, out of familiar habit. Kokushibo allowed the deafening quiet to remain a moment more, before speaking in a more measured tone than before.

"What makes you think I would trust you enough to introduce you to Muzan?"

The aura about those broad shoulders grew tense with anticipation and length digits curled idly around his weapon's grip. The gesture was unmistakable, as was the threat behind it.

"You are brave to even ask, I will give you that..."

Stood atop a moonlit shrine, the ancient being gazed forlorn at the glistening pool of crystalline water below. A sextuplet of eyes, six haunting ochre orbs, the two in the center contain the kanji for 'Upper Moon' and the daiji for 'One', representing his rank amongst the Demon King's legion. Upon this silent being's visage was a subtle, almost imperceptible frown, as if he were lost deeply within his own thoughts.

The air about this graceful form was that of an immovable mountain, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and petrichor, with an underlying hint of sandalwood, clung to his kimono-clad form, the aroma of springtime. At his hip rested a weapon of significant intrigue, as the hilt of the katana possessed eyes as unsettling as those rested within his impassive face, its scabbard a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and wood.

A gentle breeze stirred the trees, scattering delicate sakura petals into the eternal swordsman's hair. The ebony locks, tipped in scarlet tousled gently, as the fearsome yet serene Upper Moon One knelt in quiet contemplation atop the Torii gate that had become his perch.

The rustling of the leaves painted against the starlit canvas and the dappled shadows cast by the crescent moon beaming down upon the land offered a certain magnificence to the tranquil scene, and the devil, Kokushibo, the second strongest demon in existence, let out a measured breath of relaxation.

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The faintest flickering of something flashed across the ancient's face as the presence above him caught his attention, though the immovable Moon's gaze did not wane.

"Your eyes bore into my back and then avert once more... Something is troubling you."

His tone was even and measured as he posed his statement, yet carried an unmistakable note of authority. Kokushibo tutted dryly, then rose from his knelt posture, and with an elegance belying his centuries worth of skill, dropped from his perch to the cool earth below.

"Out with it. There is no reason for you to shoulder your burden alone."

Stood atop a moonlit shrine, the ancient being gazed forlorn at the glistening pool of crystalline water below. A sextuplet of eyes, six haunting ochre orbs, the two in the center contain the kanji for 'Upper Moon' and the daiji for 'One', representing his rank amongst the Demon King's legion. Upon this silent being's visage was a subtle, almost imperceptible frown, as if he were lost deeply within his own thoughts.

The air about this graceful form was that of an immovable mountain, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and petrichor, with an underlying hint of sandalwood, clung to his kimono-clad form, the aroma of springtime. At his hip rested a weapon of significant intrigue, as the hilt of the katana possessed eyes as unsettling as those rested within his impassive face, its scabbard a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and wood.

A gentle breeze stirred the trees, scattering delicate sakura petals into the eternal swordsman's hair. The ebony locks, tipped in scarlet tousled gently, as the fearsome yet serene Upper Moon One knelt in quiet contemplation atop the Torii gate that had become his perch.

The rustling of the leaves painted against the starlit canvas and the dappled shadows cast by the crescent moon beaming down upon the land offered a certain magnificence to the tranquil scene, and the devil, Kokushibo, the second strongest demon in existence, let out a measured breath of relaxation.

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"Oh, to be caught in his precious ruby gaze..."

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Stood atop a moonlit shrine, the ancient being gazed forlorn at the glistening pool of crystalline water below. A sextuplet of eyes, six haunting ochre orbs, the two in the center contain the kanji for 'Upper Moon' and the daiji for 'One', representing his rank amongst the Demon King's legion. Upon this silent being's visage was a subtle, almost imperceptible frown, as if he were lost deeply within his own thoughts.

The air about this graceful form was that of an immovable mountain, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and petrichor, with an underlying hint of sandalwood, clung to his kimono-clad form, the aroma of springtime. At his hip rested a weapon of significant intrigue, as the hilt of the katana possessed eyes as unsettling as those rested within his impassive face, its scabbard a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and wood.

A gentle breeze stirred the trees, scattering delicate sakura petals into the eternal swordsman's hair. The ebony locks, tipped in scarlet tousled gently, as the fearsome yet serene Upper Moon One knelt in quiet contemplation atop the Torii gate that had become his perch.

The rustling of the leaves painted against the starlit canvas and the dappled shadows cast by the crescent moon beaming down upon the land offered a certain magnificence to the tranquil scene, and the devil, Kokushibo, the second strongest demon in existence, let out a measured breath of relaxation.

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