"Master, what should we do next?"
The black-haired demon casually threw Akihiro next to Kie and suddenly spoke with reverence.
At this moment, on the roof of the small wooden house, a man stood against the raging blizzard, dressed in a black patterned suit and wearing a white top hat.
The face revealed beneath the brim of the hat was incredibly handsome.
The swirling snow and wind failed to mess up his hair or wrinkle his neat clothes.
This man was named Kibutsuji Muzan, the first demon who had existed for a thousand years, the absolute ruler of demons, the King of Demons.
Muzan slightly lowered his head, his eyes holding an inexplicable expression, lost in thought.
He flashed into the house, his back facing Akihiro.
Muzan looked at his tiptoes; there was a hint of red there. The spot where he stood was covered in red.
"Too bloody, Black Hair, be elegant."
The black-haired demon immediately knelt down, disregarding the blood and dust on the floor. He trembled all over, completely different from his previous arrogant demeanor, his ferocious face filled with terror.
"Master, please forgive me, your subordinate will definitely be more careful next time."
However, Muzan said calmly,
"You won't have a next time."
The black-haired demon froze, his face showing even deeper fear.
"Master..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a thick arm violently burst out of his mouth, causing the black-haired demon immense pain.
Demons, in terms of pain perception, are no different from humans.
The thick arm emerging from his mouth, its palm-like large hand tightly gripped the black-haired demon's head, then squeezed down heavily.
"Crack."
A sound like a bursting watermelon rang out.
The black-haired demon's head was completely crushed.
Muzan turned his body, avoiding the splattering blood, and then searched among the silent corpses on the ground.
And the already dead black-haired demon's body gradually turned into reddish-black ashes, dissipating within the snow-covered wooden house.
Until his death, Muzan never looked at him directly.
Muzan first looked at Kie and Akihiro, then turned to the corpses of Nezuko and the others on the other side.
At this moment, he seemed to spot a desirable target, and his always calm eyes lit up.
"This little girl, you shall carry my hopes and live on as a demon."
His target was Nezuko.
Nezuko had her eyes closed, and on her small, palm-sized face, a happy smile still lingered from sleeping beside her family.
In their sleep, Nezuko and the others had their necks snapped, not experiencing much pain.
Moving lightly, Muzan walked towards Nezuko.
But he felt a tightening around his ankle, and Muzan froze for a moment, stopping his steps.
Muzan looked down and found that Akihiro, with his blood-stained hands, was tightly gripping his ankle.
"Hmm? Still conscious?"
Muzan was a little surprised. He was well aware of the black-haired demon's actions just now; those five fingers were like steel, crushing Akihiro's facial bones. This kind of injury would be fatal without treatment.
Yet, with such severe injuries, he could still retain consciousness and block him.
"You're doing this for your family, aren't you? Although your strength is weak and useless, I really like this final struggle and persistence for your loved ones."
Muzan said with interest.
As for Akihiro, his consciousness had not completely plunged into darkness, but it was blurry, and he had lost the ability to think.
But broken, intermittent sounds came from his mouth.
"Don't... hurt my... family..."
"Don't... don't..."
His voice was as faint as a mosquito's whisper, but Muzan's excellent hearing still caught these words.
He squatted down and whispered to Akihiro.
"You look very pained now, let go and sleep. You can't change any of this."
"Remember, weakness is the greatest sin."
But Akihiro didn't respond, still repeating his words, only his voice growing fainter and fainter until there was no sound at all.
Muzan stood up and moved his leg, preparing to shake off Akihiro's hands. The powerful force caused Akihiro's entire body to slide.
But Akihiro still gripped Muzan's ankle tightly, not letting go.
Muzan tried again, finding the result was the same as before.
He shook his head, then with a light wave of his hand, a cold glint flashed, and Akihiro's arm, from shoulder to fingertip, shattered completely, unable to grasp Muzan anymore.
"Even after losing consciousness, his subconscious still wants to stop me, wants to protect his family."
"I haven't seen many people with this kind of persistence in my thousand years. It's truly impossible to ignore."
"I didn't have this thought originally, but congratulations, I plan to turn you and that girl into demons together, and in the future, when you grow up, you will both serve me."
Muzan cut his wrist, and a line of blood floated out from the wound, then split into two in the air, floating into Akihiro's and Nezuko's mouths respectively.
"I look forward to meeting you again."
Muzan slightly pulled down his hat, then his figure flickered and disappeared from the dilapidated house.
Leaving behind only a pool of blood, corpses, and a pair of siblings who were turning into demons.
...
"So hungry, I'm so hungry."
After a while, Akihiro slowly opened his eyes. After turning into a demon, his arms had fully recovered, and the five blood holes on his cheeks and the bone fractures were gone. There was no injury left on his body.
Demons, aside from some special methods that can restrain them, are essentially immortal and indestructible.
At this moment, Akihiro's consciousness was still blurry, and his body's instincts were controlling him.
A heart-wrenching hunger came from his abdomen, and at the same time, waves of fragrant blood rushed into his nose and mouth.
Akihiro's face immediately became veiny, and then uncontrollably, his entire face pressed against the wooden board, licking the fresh blood on it.
Akihiro greedily licked the blood mouthful by mouthful, like a feeding beast...
This blood, it was damn sweet.
Not content with the bloodstains in front of him, Akihiro followed the blood, finding its source.
It was a face he would never forget, it was Kie.
Blood was continuously overflowing from Kie's neck.
Upon seeing Kie's pale, lifeless face, Akihiro suddenly sobered up.
"What have I done!"
At this moment, his previous actions clearly unfolded in Akihiro's mind, plunging him into endless pain and resistance.
The sweet taste of blood in his mouth also reminded Akihiro of what he had done.
Akihiro had just madly and happily licked his mother's blood...
He tightly covered his mouth with his hands, tears streaming down his face.
But after a few seconds of clarity, the sweet scent of blood became even more intense, and the hunger in his stomach was still far from satisfied.
His consciousness blurred again, and Akihiro's eyes, unlike their usual reddish hue, gradually became completely blood-red.
He desperately tried to control his body, wanting to get away from Kie.
But the demon's nature was stronger, making Akihiro uncontrollably release his hands from his mouth, then open his bloody maw, revealing sharp fangs inside.
With tears streaming down his face, Akihiro's expression was full of twisted pain, but he slowly approached Kie.
His mouth was stretched to its limit, about to bite down.
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