Renascence (M.K)

二十六

"You and I need to perform a real act of play."

Mukago brows wrinkled in confusion; however she kept her mouth silent as the supreme demon swept a glance to her and a menacing smirk crept on the corner of his thin lips.

"I am accompanied by a mortal woman." Hearing this, her mind was piled up with more unanswered inquiries but nevertheless she still went silent.

"I want you to act as the threat, attempt slaying her before my presence." He nonchalantly ordered and the lower four kizuki could still never grasp the comprehension yet she was drawn with relief, knowing her task is quite simple rather than Rokuro's.

She mentally smiled to herself and nod her head in concur.

"Yes, master." She replied.

"Then I have to save her, and in the end I get to kill you." The supreme demon's lips curled up into a sick smile and Mukago's eyes widen in tremendous surprise.

The fear amplified throughout her petite body, she lose her breath as she can feel the sudden loud abdominal pulsating of her heart.

Her both hands shook together. Terrified, she continue to bow her head down.

Her eyes began to water with tears. She fought them back from falling off on her cheeks considering she knows what more heavy consequence she will be facing the moment the progenitor sees her whimpering infront of his hallowed figure.

'His crafty plots and machinations.' She thought to herself as sweat trickle down on her forehead and neck.

'He was completely a different level, he is decisive and he knows how to take everything according to his own advantage!' Mukago bit her bottom lip in fright and dissatisfaction after she realized how calculating her preeminent leader was and there's nothing she can do but to only conform into his orders even if it will cost her life.

"This meeting is dismissed. Now, out of my sight." Another disdained and impudent order from Muzan meekly made his subordinate nod as she vanished in the area with no trace.

Exiting the restroom, his expression went dim as he walked aimlessly and made his way back to the dining car.

He halted. Leisurely, lowering his head when he saw someone casually walking towards his direction.

A male waiter brought an empty iron tray on his left hand whilst he faintly whistles a rhythm. Muzan formed his lips into a tight line. Malice flashed in the depths of his red demonic eyes as he waited for the man to pass by him to his opposite direction.

When the human past by him, the Kibutsuji took the chance. He flew his hand full tilt and scrape his blade - edge nails direct to the waiter's nape. Fresh florid blood spurts out from his victim's skin whilst he move a step away from the male mortal.

Muzan apathetically watched his victim's transformation. He begin to desperately choke and plunging down on the surface of the floor. The iron tray clanged on the gray carpet. Thick black veins manifested out on the either side of his temples and arms, fangs grew on his teeth whilst he growl both in pain and hunger. The waiter's once white sclera has turned pitch and the irises of his eyes shed crimson red.

Viscous saliva droop on the corner of his lips, signifying its starvation.

"Go berserk and feast yourself with human flesh." Muzan's deep and authoritative voice ordered his new converted kin as he points his index finger to the second close door of the passenger car.