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Gurenge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Megohime tried to tell Kojurou to stop, tried to say anything, but she only gagged more on her own blood. Dark red veins crept over every inch of her body, and she felt as though she was being crushed from the inside out.
 
"What do you plan to do, Kojurou? It's already begun." Masamune stated. Kojurou looked to Megohime, eyes sad, before moving to wrap hos hands around her throat as tight as he possibly could. Masamune's eyes widened and he moved to pry Kojurou away from her.
 
No one had time to do anything before both Masamune and Kojurou were knocked back, red mist erupting into the air as if an explosion had gone off. Megohime was no longer on the bed, instead a massive chrysalis lay in her place. It was pitch black with deep red markings, glowing a faint light from deep within. Had he killed Megohime? No, had she died her corpse would have either remained or disintegrated, but neither had happened.
 
The cocoon itself seemed to have a pulse, heat coming off of the form, protecting what hid inside.
 
He could feel Megohime’s heartbeat against his hand, feel the heat of the cocoon just by standing beside it. It was complete, she had become a demon, and this was her blood demon art.
 
"You bastard..." Masamune looked back at Kojurou, who was glaring with a fiery hatred, "You had to ruin another life, didn't you? You're so miserable and pathetic that everyone around you mist suffer as well!"
"She was dying. Would you have wanted her to die? Another lofe you failed to save?"
"She wouldn't be dying if you had kept your dick out of her!" Kojurou snapped.
 
Deep in the basement below the main estate, Upper Moon Two sat chained heavily in the dim light. Despite being the second highest ranking Moon, she was the least trusted, being a former Hashira, forced into her current position.
 
Jin’s sharp ears picked up the humming far before she saw the other demon, a frown forming on her face. Usually demons didn’t come down to the basement, as they weren’t allowed, so who was coming down? She recognized the scent of the male demon with white hair, Mitsuhide was his name if she remembered correctly.
 
The room was large, full of copious amounts of science tools, both simple and complex. “You aren’t allowed down here.” Jin said firmly from her spot on the ground, watching him closely. “Leave.” She had chains connected to shackles around all four limbs and her neck.
 
“That changes nothing.” Irritation burned at the back of her neck, Jin was only changed there because she was still an active experimentation Masamune was working on.
 
“Does Masamune-sama need guards to enforce his rules?” She asked sharply, narrowing her eyes as she watched him closely.
 
“You know you do not belong here, yet your loyalty to Masamune-sama allows you to go where you see fit? Do you have any at all?” She asked lowly.
 
“Then remove yourself from Masamune-sama’s private quarters.” She was tiring of having to go in circles about such a topic, but as of then, she could do nothing to enforce anything.
 
Help? What was a demon going to help another demon with?
“Do what you want. I will not save you from Masamune-sama’s wrath when he finds you’ve broken his things.” Jin said, turning her head away and resting her chin in her hand.
 
“I’m assisting Masamune-sama with his research.” She said flatly- and it wasn’t a lie; although it wasn’t the entire truth. She was being forced to ingest Masamune’s blood to see how much she could endure before her body gave out. Though it gave her greater power, each time she did so, she risked her body falling apart and dying.
 
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