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He always preferred the destructive ones.
Not that he particularly sought them out. In fact it seemed more like he was a magnet for them and as if by a stroke of fate he had some of them within the ranks of his kizuki. Some of them were good at hiding it, especially with their rapid regenerative abilities like when the true Upper Rank Six scratched into his own flesh enough for blood to splatter before the scratches disappeared. Then there's one like Upper Rank Two who purposefully antagonized other just to feel that sweet pain no matter how many times he had to regenerate and re create himself, trying to fill that void where his emotions should be.
The emotionally destructive ones don't make as much as an impression, though he was rather fascinated how far Lower Rank Five went to try and rebuild a bond he destroyed himself. Even one as old and stoic Upper Rank One was not exempt from this, having allowed his own bitterness and jealousy to fester away inside of him, never wanting to let it go as he continued his immortal life alongside him.
However the one he was particularly fond of was one who was the embodiment of both sides of self destruction.
A true fusion of masochism and sadism with an unusual fixation for locomotives. in all honesty Muzan has never found a reason to be displeased with the mess of demon who was Lower Rank One. It was by pure chance they had met that night as he wanted nothing more than to have a quick snack and be on his way...but...oh did he fascinate him.
The depths he went to please him, the way he would tear himself apart and build himself back up in whatever image he wished...it was enough to make him want to claw that pretty face to pieces just watch it knit back together to a face of pure ecstasy, the face of someone who made his existence to answer ever single whim his creator had; be it to eat long past his limit even as his body screamed for it to stop or to die a thousand times over with his guts hung out and head crushed.
It filled the progenitor of all demons with such a rush of power, a reassurance that he had control that he was the one who had everything in order and that no matter what anyone did, said or tried he would always have it.
He growled to himself as he looked down at Enmu, prostrating himself in a puddle of blood...all that red covering the dark blue carpet as the demon's arms are tied far too tightly behind his back, his jaw slowly knitting back together as it makes a bigger mess, spurts of crimson gushing out like a waterfall as his master, his reason for existence looked down at him with those half lidded eyes.
Always in control, always the master, the winner.
"Urrghhlll..."
"Hmm...I can't really understand you...but that's all right..."He raised up his foot to lightly nudge his head to keep him from falling forwards and scrapping his top front teeth on the floor, "You don't need to speak for me to know what you need.'
It's then he raised up his foot and harshly slammed his head down almost crushing it with cracks forming along the skin and causing his blood to splatter all over his fine light blue suit. He felt it even reach his cheek and lips as he growled softly. His tongue slid out to lick the delicious red off his cheek like it was some delicacy that shouldn't be waisted or wiped away.
He watched how Enmu trembled with a weak gurgle and a whimper as his body shakes from the sheer amount of force. His hand shake within their bindings as one of his eyes popped out and rolled away from him. He watches feeling a little thrill up his back as he groaned softly. He even smiled and chuckled as the dim lamps shimmer off his sharp fangs.
"Pretty...so pretty...The color of blood is so nice on you..." Such a dark red, in contrast to the skin as white fresh snow. He watched as the other's head starts to slowly reform as he shuddered and trembled. Like a whore who was getting fucked on the best night of their life, "I would make you wear it for all to see you know...walk amongst the other moons with it dripping off you...they would all smell it on you and know you were with me...do you think they would be jealous with all this attention, little dreamer?"
Enmu still couldn't answer but as the muscles and bone reform to his head, and his mouth is knitted together in skin he was panting and drooling heavily. And addict who was getting his fix.
"U-ungh...M-Muzan-shama..."
"You're making a bigger mess now? Tsk..." He kicked his chin watched more of the red splattering on his leg, staining through his socks, "What am I to do with you, you pathetic little thing?"
Enmu coughed before he made a weak noise, pressing his face to his leg with a needy whimper. The blood drips down on to his precious creator's pant leg as his eyes looked up at him. Muzan's breathing hitches as he licked over his lip and feels his claws digging into his own skin, eyes gleaming as he looked down upon him with a soft chuckle.
Muzan couldn't help it; it was just such an endearing sight to behold as he reached down to gently caress his cheek, smearing the blood on the other's fully formed cheek. The healing was slow yet seeing how even in such a sorry state Enmu was still so content to be reduced to it. It made Muzan's slowed heart warm as he gazed upon his grisly work for a moment.
After all no other color looked so nice on his toy, than the color of red.