THE FOLLOWING NIGHT YOU FOUND YOURSELF STARING OUT THE WINDOW, THINKING BACK TO THOSE DEMONS.
they were strange.
everything about these demons was wrong.
they don't die in the sun, they don't regenerate, and they don't eat people.
"souls" you murmur, looking to your own chest.
you knew of souls. knew they existed and weren't just stories, after all, tanjiro told you all about the day that rengoku kyojuro was killed.
how they were on the train and those people tried to kill their souls.
you had just never thought that there were a type of demons who preyed on that kind of things.
"are souls even fulfilling?" you question again, wondering how a little ball would ease their hunger.
you shrug the thought off, unsure why you even care so much.
they're demons.
and regardless of if they're eating people or stealing their souls, humans are dying. all over.
you had seen countless of missing people's posters, and it seemed there were more and more by the day.
though you fought with ease, the saja boys were strong. abby fought well, you just fought better.
it was clear that these demons hadn't been on earth before, at least not in years. they were here for a reason.
it seems likely they're gwi-ma's right hand men, or at least jinu must be. it was clear that of the five, he's the leader.
you could assume that because the men are putting themselves in the k-pop industry and amassing great amounts of fans, that that was their target. the fans.
a good plan, you hated to admit.
if they could gather souls by entrancing people and singing to them, they must be gathered easily when the whole of seoul is already in their palms.
you sigh out slightly, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging your arms around them, chin pressed in the gap between your knees.
it had only been a few days, but you missed sanemi and the others. especially sanemi.
through everything, he had been your rock. your unwavering.
