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“Would you die for me, Daddy?”
“I’ll do you one better, sweetheart. I will burn the world and lay the ashes on your feet. Anything you want, say it and it’ll be yours.”
“Then I want you dead, Daddy.”
“Hmm?”
“My life was ruined because of one mistake, Daddy. You were that mistake.”
“You always say the sweetest thing, darling.”
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People always told you to be careful of the demons lurking in the darks. Those who will whisper sweet things to tempt you into giving into your carnal desires. They said that she was pretty, otherworldly. The alluring seductress, who will be your greatest nightmare masked in the illusion of beauty.
But they never told you that the devils come in many forms.
They never told you that the scariest demon will take the form of the one thing you hold dear to your heart. They never told you that the temptation was never limited to the yearning for things unattainable, no, but also the things readily presented. Within your reach, just waiting for you to extend a hand and grasp it. Claiming it.
They never told you that you would mourn for a father who abandoned you like yesterday’s trash, and they never told you that the same man will be your salvation. Your golden apple. The light at the end of the tunnel.
Yet here they are. Fushiguro Megumi standing in the pool of his fellow sorcerers’ blood. Facing off against his own father, who somehow escaped death’s clutches was now a living breathing human being. Seeing the face of the man who was forced to sell him to Gojo Satoru under the excuse of keeping him safe.
They all thought Toji had died. Had let Satoru kill him. Turns out even death couldn’t keep him away from Megumi, not when he was hellbent on getting his son, his love, his baby back. Of course, the sorcerers weren’t too keen on letting Megumi’s Ten Shadows go, would be willing to stand their ground against the lone wolf, thinking that this is an easy win. That there is no way Toji Fushiguro would emerge victorious.
But they forgot one thing; Toji Fushiguro would stop at nothing to get Megumi. He would willingly bathe the world in the color red. Painting everything with the blood of anyone who dares to stand in his way to Megumi.
The worst part of it all?
Megumi loves it.
He loves the deranged expression painted on his father’s eyes as he murdered all these people in cold blood just to get to him. He loves the fact that this man would defy fate, would defy death, if it means coming back home to Megumi.
He loves the fact that this is Toji’s devotion, Toji’s declaration of love. Sure, he likes being around the Gojos, the Zenins, the Kamos, and the others. But who needs them when he was offered Toji’s everything on a silver platter?
“Daddy.”
“Darling.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“Oh sweetheart, unless you are planning to die with me, there would be no way I’d end up dying.”
“Why?”
“Do you really think I wanted to stay in a place that has no you in it, baby?”
Megumi smiled. Not the sweet and soft smile he reserved around other people, no. But the smile that stinks with promise of destruction and catastrophe. Staring sweetly at Toji, he stepped closer and walked himself to Toji’s embrace.
Standing on his tiptoes so he could reach Toji’s ears, Megumi murmured, “Then, Daddy, won’t you take me home? This place stinks.”
And Toji?
Toji laughed, adoration clearly laced in those pearls of laughter.
“Of course, darling, anything for you.”