Third Person POV:

Douma flicked out his golden fan, pacing down one of the many long hallways of his cult. He suddenly brought himself to a halt, sensing three unusual presences. 

'These presences are quite weak, they must be Lower Moons. But what must three Lower Moons be doing here?' He thought, turning in the direction of the new presences. They were all moving around quite a bit, so he chose to target only one of the three; the presence that was neither the strongest, nor the weakest.

He treaded silently but hastily as he advanced towards the aura of the unfortunate Lower Kizuki, hiding his own in the process. 

Mukago, in turn, was attempting to sense who was around her in an attempt to find the boy they had all been tasked to eliminate. The other two had split up from her, convinced that they could retrieve the boy faster if they split up to cover more ground.

Douma slammed open the door to the room where the poor white haired demon was, and her eyes shot up to meet his, a panicked yet embarrassed look on her face. She had been planning outside, and had just now decided to enter the cult - through a window. Half of her body was outside the building, and half was stuck partway inside the window. 

Douma raised an eyebrow in amusement at the strange predicament. The female attempted to make an escape out the window, only to wince at the slightest movement she tried to make. Mukago gave up, reaching her hands out to Douma, who she hoped would help her get out of this...situation.

Instead, he covered his face with his fan, observing her. How cruel!

Mukago lowered her eyes in defeat as she watched Douma leave the room, sure that she wouldn't be a problem if she was literally HALF STUCK INSIDE OF A WINDOW! Rokuro and Kamanue have likely already found the boy and possibly already disposed of him! They could be in the Infinity Castle for all she was aware!

Mukago's eyes widened as she realized what this encounter would mean for her life when she returned to Muzan. She undoubtably would be killed on sight if he knew.

"I really hope Master Muzan doesn't find this out..." The smooth-brained girl immediately realized her idiotic mistake. What an absolutely stupid way to die!

"Oh fuck."

 Maroon veins were now beginning to appear on the surface of her usually pale skin. Frightened tears brimmed her light grey eyes and immediately started to stream down her face. She was dead, and she knew it.

Douma, on the other hand, would forever remember watching such an eccentric occasion go down. He would surely tell Akaza about this the next time the two happened to cross paths; he couldn't miss out on a chance like that!

He now heard the pained scream of what sounded to be a young male, so he immediately averted his attention towards that. Knowing every hallway, entrance, and turn of his cult had its advantages at times, and this was one of them. 

After hiding the kanji in his eyes and the strange print in his hair, he looked like a 'normal human'. Well, except for his rainbow eyes, pale hair...and practically everything else about his appearance. Never mind.

Douma - yet again - slammed open the fragile door, breaking its hinges in the harsh process. A purple haired human boy was curled into a pitiful ball in the corner, cowering at the black haired Kizuki demon that stood in front of him.

The boy's eyes flitted towards Douma's figure, who was suddenly standing behind the Lower Rank demon.

"G-Great Leader! You should run, you might be harmed!" The boy bravely shook his head in fear, his warning considerably surprising Douma, who expected him to take an attempt at an escape the moment he had the chance.

"I'm alright. You might want to patch up that arm wound you have there; you're bleeding quite a bit, dear boy." Kamanue, the demon who was cornering him, shook in evident terror at the powerful Upper Rank who was undoubtable going to kill him. Instead, Douma smiled 'kindly' and motioned for Kamanue to follow him outside the room.

As they walked down the seemingly endless hallways of the cult, the more powerful demon cleared his throat. 

"So, would you like to explain what you are doing in my cult? You surely didn't come to visit; you were attacking one of the members! I can't have that happening, that boy you were trying to get rid of is a helper I intend to keep around. Must I assume you were assigned to this place on a mission to exterminate him?"

Kamanue's trembling continued as he barely forced himself to keep walking forwards. There was no way he could get out of this situation alive with Douma at his neck, along with Muzan.

'Why does he always send us on missions that are literally death traps!? It's like he doesn't even know how difficult it is to do this!' He thought frustratedly, thinking of an escape plan. That was when Douma stopped walking abruptly, leaving a daydreaming Kamanue to slam face first into a set of gigantic wooden doors.

Douma grabbed ahold of the door and silently pulled it open, leading them outside into the gardens. The Upper Moon turned around and faced the other demon, who had practically wet his pants at this point. 

The two waded into a patch of extremely tall grass, Kamanue following Douma's strange actions. After Douma abruptly halted his movements, he gestured for Kamanue to sit down, and so he hesitantly did as he was told.

So, Lower Six, in how much time would you bet that you'll be alive for before that man decides to kill you? I'd say about...thirty seconds. Do you think that estimate sounds about correct?" Douma 'innocently' grinned at Kamanue, whose already pale skin now had a ghostly white tint to it.

"W-wa...no-n-no...I, uhm, I-I don-n't...p-pl-lease d-don't." The demon stuttered  profusely, messing his words up so bad to the point that it could be recognized as unintelligible gibberish. Douma completely ignored the poor guy, continuing on with the carefree yet onesided conversation he was holding.

"Hmm, that's quite strange, it should be happening any second now! I even made it easier to clean up the blood!" Douma started to fake-pout, side glancing at Kamanue every couple of seconds.

As Douma predicted, not five seconds later, Kamanue was dead. He waded back out of the tall grass, and knowing that Muzan would be reading his mind at that moment, Douma rapidly told him about something - someone, to be precise - else important.

"Oh, just so you know, I understand that Lower Two must be here as well. They aren't quite that skilled in hiding, I must say." Douma blitzed inside of the cult, not wanting to be seen. On cue, his sharpened hearing perceived the nearby sound of exploding blood. 

"And there we go. I must wonder, why Master sent them in the first place?"

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'Douma, of course I wouldn't send them on a mission when I knew you would kill them, you idiot. They're disposable, they're pawns, they're distractions.' The dark haired man clenched his hand into a fist, remembering the words from Lower Six's mind in anger. 

Twang!

Nakime's biwa sounded, catching the attention of Muzan, who turned around to see who had arrived. It was Enmu, along with Wakuraba, the former of the two carrying a certain girl in his arms. Muzan smiled, pleased with the new addition to the Lower Kizuki of demons.

"Good job, the both of you. You'll each be rewarded with a small portion of my blood." The girl, who was unconscious, was then teleported away by Nakime, who already knew that would've been the next thing he told her to do.

Several minutes later, after the drama with the two Lower Ranks had been resolved, Muzan focused his attention on the fact that there was still a human trapped within the endless confines of the Infinity Castle.

"Nakime, bring the other one here, also bring Upper Two and Three." Nakime did not quite understand the purpose behind Muzan's contradicting actions, but complied with his request either way.

Nakime plucked at her biwa three times, causing the two Upper Ranks and the confused human to appear.

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