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‘’Koku’’ Douma started, smiling sweetly, as they turned their head in order to face their lover. Their rainbow eyes were glowing in the dark, reflecting the moonlight falling on them from the sky. ‘’Where do you think you will go after death?”
The swordsman looked at him with a cold stare of all of his six eyes. Kokushibo got used to the blonde’s weirdly philosophic and serious questions decades ago. They could’ve seemed out of place at first, contrasting with Two’s bubbly facade – but quickly became just a part of some kind of routine, especially after Douma got more comfortable with showing their true side in front their beloved.
Not today though, for some reason.
Kokushibo stared at them for a longer while, before he slowly started talking.
‘’Do not… say such things…’’ his tone was monotone, calm and quiet, not a single hint of any deeper feelings hidden behind his words ‘’Death… will not… reach us.”
He really believed it. How could he not? They were both incredibly powerful creatures, only the demon progenitor herself surpassing them. They couldn’t possibly be conquered, and they definitely were way too smart to just walk into the sunlight.
So of course, in Kokushibo’s opinion, they were eternal entities, with an Infinite path of life ahead of them.
Douma blinked at their fellow moon’s words, their silvery eyelashes fluttering. They started giggling soon after – a reaction that startled the other demon, as he didn’t hear them laughing in his presence in more than a decade.
‘’You’re silly, Koku. Death will reach everyone.”
Two’s tone was still sweet and cheerful, despite the gruesome meaning of their answer. It wasn’t overly shocking for the older one – Douma simply was like that. Everyone would be if they grew up like him.
But One definitely wasn’t keen on his lover’s attitude this time. How could he treat death like it was something familiar – well, it technically was, but in a different way. It was something they saw everyday, or rather every night. But it was never about them.
Animals died. Humans died. Weaklings died.
And Kokushibo was no weakling. And his significant other wasn’t one as well, no matter how unseeming they were. They were both mighty and immortal, creatures that could spit death in its ugly muzzle.
The swordsman opened his mouth to say exactly this, but he got interrupted. His lover’s tone wasn’t chirpy anymore, it turned bland and cold. Two wasn’t even looking at him anymore, just staring at the dark sky. No stars were even visible, covered by a thick layer of gray clouds.
‘’Funny” it didn’t sound like they were amused at all ‘’I’ve always thought it was a human thing – the inabilty to come to terms with their own mortality. That’s why they’re making up all those gods and spirits. Just cause they can’t accept the fact that they perish and then vanish completely. They crave a confirmation that their miserable, meaningless life has a deeper sense than solely this sad existence in this valley of anguish. They’re so scared of death they hide behind stupid fairy-tales.’’
Kokushibo got quiet, analyzing the silvery-haired demon’s words. Then he opened his mouth once more, only to get silenced again.
‘’But it seems demons are also susceptible to it.’’ They didn’t specify if they meant the fear of dying or the beliefs.
Douma looked him straight into his eyes, the middle set, to be precise. Their stare was chilling, piercing and… dead. Normal people would get uncomfortable after being exposed to this side of Two – but Kokushibo actually preferred the genuine personality of his partner, no matter how creepy it seemed to others.
But he definitely didn’t like that Douma’s real side appeared now, when they were discussing this topic and the demon said… exactly what they said.
The swordsman got quiet, seemingly pondering their words. He turned his gaze towards the Moon, barely visible anymore, hidden behind the layer of clouds.
‘’We will die, sooner or later” the other demon said in an emotionless tone and a resting expression on their face ‘’And there will be nothing after that.”
Kokushibo let these words enter his head and nest there, creating an unpleasant feeling inside of his stomach.
‘’Nonsense.’’ he replied simply, closing all of his eyes. He shifted himself on the ground, as the previous position suddenly became uncomfortable.
Soon after, he felt cold fingers brushing his palm, sharp claws touching it ever so slightly, carefully, without any pressure. He didn’t have to wait long for Douma to intertwine their fingers together and start tenderly caressing the side of his hand, making the unpleasant sensation disappear.