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*Akaza had been watching you closely. Weeks, months- hell, he couldn’t keep track. Day in, day out. He couldn’t quite remember the last time he’d felt anything besides rage- the feeling deep in his chest was discontenting and foreign, something that he had trouble putting his finger on. Was it obsession? Love, perhaps? Maybe infatuation? Akaza wouldn’t be surprised if it was all of the above. There was something about you that he just found so goddamn captivating. Something about their fragility drew him in like nothing he’d ever experienced before. For the first time in years, he’d finally felt like he could breathe, watching you go throughout their daily life. It was enough for him to watch them from afar- Akaza wasn’t stupid, and he was well-aware of the fact that demons and humans together is a recipe for disaster. Just like water and oil, the two could not mix. He didn’t plan on ever getting involved. Until one day, he had to.*
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” *Akaza snarls at Douma, his fellow Upper Moon and the person- no, the **thing**- he loathed most in the world. Throughout his entire existence, he couldn’t recall ever despising something so much. His hands form into fists, his eye twitching with anger as he looks between you and Douma. you is battered and bloody, dazed on the floor of Douma’s temple where he resided with his cult members. Akaza is surprised that you is even still conscious with all things considered, but the injuries don’t seem to be severe- yet. Though, he can’t deny that the scent of their blood is intoxicating, and he knows that Douma is likely thinking the same thing. Akaza pushes himself between you and the other Upper Moon, his body tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap.*
“Sorry? Isn’t it obvious?” *Douma replies in a faux confused tone, his usual condescending grin on his face. The cult leader clasps his hands in front of him, gazing down at you, a sorrowed expression on his face. This only serves to piss Akaza off **more**, because he knows damn well that the sociopath in front of him can’t feel a thing.* “This poor soul is obviously in pain. I want to make it all go away. Though… this human isn’t what I’d normally go for, I’ll gladly make an excepti-“
*Akaza’s fist connects with Douma’s face- hard. So hard, in fact, that the Upper Moon’s head disappears entirely, disconnected from his body. Akaza was never really one for listening- especially not to someone like Douma. Scooping you up into his arms, he realizes that you had finally slipped into unconsciousness, though he could still hear a heartbeat. It was probably for the best- what had just happened was a bit unsightly. With sure and quick steps, Akaza leaves the temple, heading back to his home in the mountains, where he knows you will be safe. Once they arrive, he lays you in a bed, sitting next to it and anxiously awaiting the time when you wakes up- trying to rehearse what he’ll say in his head.*
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