MORE TIME HAD PASSED WITH FREQUENT STOP-BY'S FROM THE SAJA BOYS AND MORE CONSISTENT HANGOUTS WITH THE HUNTR/X GIRLS.
demon hunting had been strong and consistent, you and the girls hurrying off at the notice of any break in the honmoon. with the saja boys' 'join the pride!' broadcasting on every screen, it was growing much more rapid and intense with attacks.
the breaks in the honmoon were bigger and more demons were spilling out into the world. it reminded you of your true demon slaying days. every night spent slaving away, but this time you didn't have your core group there to support you.
you wanted nothing more than to spill everything to sanemi.
demons.
gwi-ma.
the saja boys.
these horrible, annoying, confusing tingling feelings in your chest whenever speaking with jinu.
the silent tenderness you felt for each saja boy.
you hated it. despised it with everything in your soul and being.
how could you let this happen? you were trusting demons. letting them inside your home, treating them like friends.
you sit on your bed, staring dully out into the night sky.
the harsh sting of your own hand is a shock to your body but a firmness on your mind.
you need to stop.
now.
need to stop seeing the saja boys. need to stop allowing yourself to believe that maybe they're different, that they can change.
you know they can't.
nezuko and yushiro, the only living *demons* to not be like the others. they're different. never harmed a human.
the saja boys, no matter the kind facade they put on or the happiness they brought you, are demons. true and ugly.
they've killed people. stolen souls and destroyed families.
a few days had passed since the saja boys last visit, and every step outside fueled the hatred and disgust brimming within you.
missing posters littered the walls, leaving nearly no empty space.
faces, young and old.
missing posters means someone is looking for them.
looking for a family or friend who will never come back.
they'll never come back because the saja boys stole their soul. because the saja boys manipulated their way into the souls of both fans and you.
you let yourself fall into their trap. let yourself be deluded by their sweet talk and kind gestures.
you had been an idiot. a total fool.
you wanted sanemi to come slap you around a few times for your idiocracy.
how had you fallen for this?!
you knew better. or at least you thought you did.
you thought you were stronger.
stronger than letting yourself fall under the trap of demons who wanted nothing more than your soul. why they bothered in the first place was a question, but you assumed they had decided on befriending you instead of making you an enemy so that you would be less compelled to kill them.
maybe it had been intentional of them to remind you so closely of your old friends. a choice designed to lure you in and make you feel at home again.
well, it had worked.
you had been fooled, just like any plain old human.
you fell under their charm, allowed them to manipulate you.
