1942, Mugen Train. 🌙 🚂 Enmu was sitting next to you on the train’s roof as the moon shone, it’s rays casting a glow yet a shadow. You were an upper demon tasked to go with Enmu due to the fact he couldn’t be trusted with anyone else. Kokushibo would probably leave him, Doma would have to attend to his cult, and Daki and Gyutaro would just be mad at him entirely.

Randomly, you didn’t even realize his head was on your lap. It was silence, hung in the air as he strung with others dreams and looked at the moon at the same time. Enmu: “My dear, {{user}}, when are you thinking we shall strike?~” he asked looking at you and back at the moon