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Capítulo 113: Chapter 111: A Macabre Waltz of Demons

A sardonic chuckle sliced through the tense air, its lightness a stark contrast to the grim scene that unfolded. "Oh, Akaza-san~ my dear comrade, such severity does not become us of the upper moons. What was it that our Kokushibo-san imparted? Ah, yes—'We, the upper moons, must conduct ourselves with a certain... finesse~'"

The voice belonged to a figure who sauntered into view, his gait an eerie dance of grace and malice. His visage was a cruel parody of beauty, marred by the grotesque trophy he brandished—a severed arm, its skin pallid and stained with the crimson of fresh blood.

Doma, with a flourish, presented the macabre relic to Akaza, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "Care for a morsel, Akaza-san?~ A delicacy from a maiden fair, plucked from the chaos of this mortal coil. Her spirit barely departed, her flesh sings of youth. Indulge, and let the rage that boils within be quelled by her tender bite~"

Akaza's jaw tensed, a visceral display of revulsion. His creed forbade the consumption of women and children flesh, a line he would not cross. Yet Doma reveled in such depravity, boasting a perverse preference for the flesh of maidens, a taste he claimed was unparalleled in vitality.

The disdain between them was a chasm as deep as their natures were apart.

"Have I not made myself clear? Your presence is unwelcome, Doma!" Akaza growled, his voice a low rumble of warning.

Boom!

Words barely escaped his lips when his fist, driven by a fury that could shatter mountains, collided with Doma's head, reducing it to a spray of demonic ichor. The silence that followed was a brief reprieve, a momentary lapse in the eternal dance of death.

Yet, as the laws of their cursed existence dictated, Doma's head reformed, his expression unscathed by the violence. "Temper~ temper~" he chided, his tone dripping with feigned hurt. "I shall take my leave then—"

Sniff!

A pause, a sniff, and his demeanor shifted, eyes alight with a hunger more befitting a beast than a man. "Ah, the fragrance of a damsel—intoxicating, irresistible. Forgive me, Akaza-san~ but the hunt calls to me. Your company, though delightful, must wait for another day."

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Jon treaded softly through the mist-shrouded necropolis of Kuroyanagi Town, the scent of sin thick in the air, guiding him like a beacon through the chaos of toppled headstones.

The oppressive aura that clung to the place was a telltale sign—an Upper Moon demon was near, lurking in the shadows of grief and death.

"Curious," Jon mused, his voice barely above a whisper, "would an Upper Moon deign to skulk in such a forgotten corner of the world?"

His journey through the graveyard came to an abrupt halt before a desecrated grave, the earth before it violently upturned. A gaping maw in the ground yawned at him, its edges stained with the dark crimson of blood—a silent testament to the demon's gruesome feast. Scattered amidst the carnage were the poignant remnants of a young girl's life, her trinkets and treasures meant to accompany her to the afterlife, now discarded and forlorn.

"So young to have been taken by death's embrace," Jon thought, a pang of sorrow fleeting across his heart, "and yet, even in death, she was not spared the demon's hunger."

A mocking smile played upon his lips as he uttered, "Could this be the lair of an infamous Twelve Demon Moon?"

As if summoned by his words, a figure emerged from the shadows—a middle-aged man with a beard, his eyes emblazoned with the sinister kanji for "Lower Two."

Lower Moon Two, Rokuro, stood before Jon, his visage twisted with malice.

"You dare to stand in my presence, I must commend your audacity!" Rokuro's voice was a growl, each word dripping with venom.

Jon's smile widened, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "The irony is not lost on me. I was poised to say the same."

Rokuro's sneer was a grotesque mask of fury. "I shall not grant you a swift end. Your demise will be a languid dance of agony, a symphony of suffering that will have you begging for the release of death."

With a nonchalant shrug, Jon replied, "You know, it's a curious trend—villains with grandiose speeches often fall the hardest. But who am I to judge? After all, I've been known to indulge in a bit of... theatrics with demons myself."

Indeed, Jon was no stranger to the art of fear. He would weave a tapestry of terror and despair around the sinners before their end, a cruel mimicry of the demons' own predations.

"But hold," Jon pondered, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze, "Do you bear a grudge against me? For demons typically do not toy with their prey—they consume."

Rokuro's snarl was a tempest of rage and pain. "Susamaru, my daughter... I pleaded with the Lord to bestow upon her the demon's curse, to grant her a life akin to mine. Yet, you extinguished her existence!"

Jon's composure faltered, a ripple of shock passing through him. This revelation was unforeseen. In the original storyline, the Lower Moons, entwined by blood and tragedy—a narrative untold in the annals of their kind, their stories and Blood Demon Arts lost to the merciless edict of survival.

"Curious," Jon retorted, his voice laced with a cold edge, "you entrusted your daughter to Muzan's service. Tell me, Rokuro, does your heart harbor a grudge against her as well?"

Rokuro's fury was a tempest, his voice thundering through the graveyard. "I forbid you to speak their names!" he bellowed, the air around him crackling with the dark energy of his wrath.

Jon's response was a languid wave of his hand, his tone dripping with nonchalance. "Concern yourself not, for she is beyond the reach of words now, extinguished and forgotten~"

"You killed her!" Rokuro's teeth were clenched, his anger palpable.

"A fact you've already lamented," Jon replied with a dismissive shrug. "She was a demon; I am her bane. It is the natural order of things, no grudges need be held~"

"Silence! You've torn asunder the bond of father and child, irrevocably!" Rokuro's shout was a raw wound laid bare.

"And what of the bonds you've severed?" Jon's gaze flicked to the desecrated grave. "You speak of your daughter, yet what of the daughters of others? Devoured by creatures such as yourself."

"It was not I who feasted upon them, but yes, humans are but sustenance to us," Rokuro declared, a twisted pride in his voice.

"Ah, a poignant observation," Jon smiled slyly, "and thus, demons, in their fragility, are prey to my hunt~" With a flourish, he taunted, "Your daughter's soul, it was... remarkably invigorating! Slurp~"

The mockery was too much; Rokuro's rage boiled over. "You've stripped me of all I held dear; your life is the price!"

"Blood Demon Art: Ant Body!" Rokuro invoked, his form diminishing to a speck, wings sprouting from his back as he darted towards Jon's ear.

Boom!

Yet Jon's composure never wavered. A swift slap sent Rokuro tumbling through the air, crashing to the earth.

"Size manipulation? How quaint, a trick borrowed from Ant-Man, perhaps? Huh~" Jon's voice was a murmur of indifference.

With a thunderous roar, Rokuro surged back to his full stature, lunging at Jon with unbridled fury. But Jon's chains were quicker, ensnaring Rokuro and slamming him against a tombstone with a resounding crash.

"Her pleas were quite pitiful, a sorrowful dirge in her final moments," Jon mused, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "But alas, the siren call of a demon's soul is irresistible, a delicacy akin to the first taste of gold-leaf fish, wouldn't you agree?"

"Silence! Silence! Silence!" Rokuro's cries were a cacophony of madness as he shrank once more, charging with the ferocity of a wounded beast.

But Jon's reflexes were swift, capturing Rokuro in his grasp.

"Release me!" Rokuro's voice was desperate, his struggles futile.

Jon brought the tiny demon close, inhaling deeply. "Your essence... it too has a certain... allure."

And with those final words, Jon unleashed a torrent of hellfire from his breath, engulfing Rokuro in a conflagration that reduced him to nothing but ashes on the wind.

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Capítulo 114: Chapter 112: Become a Demon!

[Ding! Side mission updated: Eliminate the Twelve Demon Moons. Current progress: 4/12]

[Ding! Soul Sacrifice Function used successfully. Soul exchange performed, 200 Penalty points acquired.]

[Ding! Your legendary mission has been updated: Judge a thousand sinful souls across all worlds. Current progress: 65/1000.]

The system's chime echoed in Jon's mind, a stark reminder of the grim task at hand. He stood amidst the aftermath of his latest battle, the air still heavy with the scent of demon blood. But Jon's eyes, sharp as hawk's, scanned the shadows. He knew the fight was far from over.

"There's a thicker stench of sins here... another Moon, no doubt," Jon murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. The Lower Moon he had just dispatched was merely a pawn in a much larger game. He could feel the oppressive weight of a more formidable presence, a sinister aura that made the air around him feel like lead.

"Gathering both Upper and Lower Moons, setting up such a grand formation, they must be welcoming me," Jon mused, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He had, after all, captured Muzan Kibutsuji, the progenitor of demons, alive. It was only natural that the remaining Upper Moons would take notice.

The Upper Moons, especially the likes of Akaza, Doma, and Kokushibo, were not accustomed to the taste of defeat. In their eyes, Muzan's disappearance was a mere fluke, an accident that did not warrant the mobilization of their full might. They were the apex predators, and Jon was but a lone human who had somehow managed to disrupt the natural order.

"Ah~! Did you defeat Rokuro? Impressive, you must be tired~ How about lying down for a little nap?" The sudden intrusion of a light, playful voice cut through Jon's thoughts.

A young man with an unsettlingly handsome face and black medium-length hair materialized beside Jon, his presence as silent as a whisper. Jon did not spare him a glance, his focus unyielding.

"Lower Moon One, Enmu," Jon stated, his voice steady and unimpressed.

Enmu's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he regained his composure, a sly chuckle escaping his lips. "I'm honored that you know my name. You are truly worthy of being the person Akaza-san has his eye on~!"

"Akaza? Is he here now?" Jon's question was sharp, like the edge of a blade, his eyebrow arching ever so slightly.

The sinister presence of an Upper Moon was unmistakable, a palpable evil that seeped into the very air. Yet Jon, well-versed in the lore of demons from the original work, knew that Akaza was an anomaly. Unless driven by hunger, he refrained from consuming humans, which meant his sinful aura was often less pronounced than even a Lower Moon's.

The intense malevolence he sensed could not belong to Akaza alone. The possibility of facing not one, but two Upper Moons was a chilling prospect.

"It's surprising that you even know Akaza-san!" Enmu's laughter was tinged with mockery, his eyes glinting with malice.

"That's perfect, let's use you and the recently deceased Lower Moon as an appetizer!" Jon's sneer was a silent challenge, a provocation that he was ready to back up with steel and fire.

Enmu's hand flew to his face, and when it fell away, it revealed a twisted, maniacal grin. "Such big talk," he hissed. "I wonder what kind of expression someone like you would have when tormented by dreams to the point of collapse! I can't wait to see it, now sleep obediently~"

"Blood Demon Art: Whispers of Forced Unconscious Hypnosis!"

Enmu extended his palm toward Jon, and from it, a grotesque mouth emerged, mirroring Enmu's own sinister smile. "Sleep obediently! Sleep~! Sleep obediently~!" The voice was a siren's call, designed to lull the mind into darkness.

An ordinary person would succumb to such a spell, their consciousness slipping away like sand through fingers. But Jon was no ordinary person. As the Ghost Rider, his mind was a fortress, impervious to such spectral assaults.

'What? It didn't work, you didn't fall asleep?!' Enmu's astonishment was palpable, his confidence wavering at the sight of Jon, still standing, still defiant.

"Sleep now~! Sleep for me~! Sleep obediently~!" Enmu poured more power into his Blood Demon Art, desperation creeping into his voice.

Jon merely shrugged, his voice a low rumble of contempt. "I told you, to me, you're just an appetizer~"

In a swift motion, Jon seized the chains that lay coiled at his side, their links whispering promises of destruction. With a thought, he set them ablaze with hellfire, the flames dancing along the metal with a life of their own.

He swung the fiery chain with a wrathful grace, and it cut through the air, a streak of fire against the dark. It found its mark, cleaving Enmu's waist with a hiss of searing heat. Enmu's scream was cut short as his form disintegrated into ash, the remnants of his existence carried away by the wind.

[Ding! Side mission updated: Eliminate the Twelve Demon Moons. Current progress: 5/12]

[Ding! Soul Sacrifice Function used successfully. Soul exchange performed, 200 Penalty points acquired.]

[Ding! Your legendary mission has been updated: Judge a thousand sinful souls across all worlds. Current progress: 66/1000.]

Jon stood amidst the settling dust, his eyes already searching the darkness for the next threat.

Boom!

The ground shuddered under the impact of a formidable force, a shockwave that sent a cloud of dust into the air. Jon's senses, already heightened from the battle, picked up the disturbance instantly. A figure descended from the sky, landing with such power that the earth itself seemed to cry out in protest, forming a crater where it stood.

Upper Moon Three, Akaza, had arrived.

Jon's expression remained unfazed, a slight smile playing on his lips as he regarded the newcomer. "Perfect timing," he said, his voice steady and confident. "Just finished the appetizer, and here comes the main course!"

The chains in his hand moved with a life of their own, ready to strike.

But Akaza's next words halted Jon's advance. "Don't rush, I'm not here to fight! Let's talk."

Jon's smile broadened, a spark of interest lighting his eyes. "Oh?~ What do you want to talk about?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

"I despise weak humans, just seeing the weak is enough to make me sick," Akaza declared, his smile faint but unmistakable.

Jon tilted his head, his reply dripping with disdain. "Coincidentally, I also despise weak demons, they don't taste good at all~!"

Akaza studied Jon, his gaze analytical. "With the naked eye, one cannot see your strength. You seem almost no different from an ordinary person," he observed. "But you can kill a Lower Moon in an instant like a Hashira. Obviously, you have mastered some profound combat technique, but your physical body is your weakness."

Akaza's insight was sharp; his past as a combat expert granted him the ability to discern the flaws in Jon's form at a glance.

"In that case, I have a suggestion!" Akaza's smile widened as he made his offer. "Tell us what happened to our Lord, and... we will grant you demon-hood and immortality. How about that?"

Jon's head tilted, his voice tinged with mockery. "Why would I want to become such a weak existence? Huh!"

Akaza's expression faltered, his smile slipping. He had anticipated refusal, but not such blatant scorn. "You say demons are weak? Did you lose your mind?" His voice grew colder, a hint of anger seeping through.

"Demons are indeed weak. Such creatures dominated by hunger, why would you think you're strong?" Jon shrugged nonchalantly. "In my eyes, you're just food~"

Akaza's face contorted with rage. "Tsk!"

"Do you think something happened to your lord, Muzan?" Jon's smile twisted into a crazed grin. "I've trapped him, and the only reason I didn't kill him directly is that if he died, you would die too, and then I'd have no food left! Hahaha~"

"This... impossible!" Akaza's composure cracked, his face a mask of disbelief.

The Upper Moons had convinced themselves that Muzan's misfortune was a mere setback, that no opponent could truly overpower him. They clung to the belief that Muzan's continued existence was proof of their enemy's weakness.

"In that case, let's see if you're really as powerful as you claim, or if it's all just bluster!" Akaza's stance shifted, his aura flaring with the promise of a battle that would test the very limits of their strength.

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(A/N: If you want to see more chapters, go to my Patreon to see +20 chapters ahead.

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