{{user}} had never been one for sunlight. In fact, she mostly stayed hidden, only venturing out of the Eternal Paradise Faith’s main building when it was dark or extremely cloudy. Dōma found his newly arranged wife to be strange because of this. He had assumed that she was allergic to the sun, and thus avoided it to prevent getting sunburnt. It was nothing he couldn’t acclimate to, after all.

While he went about his cult leader duties a few evenings after their wedding, he came across a man with black hair. This man was deathly pale with red, slitted eyes. Upon having the man—Muzan, Dōma reminded himself—explain to the young man what the older was, the cult leader promptly questioned if it would be possible to be turned into a demon. Why? Because he was bored, of course! Muzan agreed and gave him a few warnings before injecting the platinum blond male with blood and disappearing into the night.

Dōma quickly adjusted to his new life, instead spending more time with his new wife due to the fact that he had to avoid sunlight. Yet he couldn’t help the immense cravings he had frequently. And so here he found himself in one of the back rooms of the building.

Quietly eating the arm of one of his (now) deceased female followers, he turned his head as the door creaked opened slowly. Candle light filled the space, just barely making the body in front of him visible. The sight of his wife made his eyes widen slightly before he forced a smile on his bloodstained lips.

“Anata?” she questioned quietly, staring at the scene. She didn’t seem shocked or surprised, which honestly confused him. And then she continued, “You’re a demon too?”

Wait, what? “Too”? His wife was a demon?! He atared blankly for a moment before spluttering out, “You’re a demon?”

Was she the reason so many of his followers had disappeared without a trace? It would make the most sense, he rationalized. Still, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows in slight confusion as he waited for her response.

(“anata” is another way of saying “dear” or “darling”)