1st Pov Xicor Samiel:
The room was just as I vaguely remembered, a shelf filled with toys, a soft bed fit for one small child and a soft carpet that you could easily fall asleep on.
Looking down at myself, I find no changes made to my body, still looking like Sukuna when he took over Megumi's body just without the second pair of eyes.
I take a long look at the memories of being here, and they slowly form back together like a puzzle. I glance outside a window to find the very street I played with the neighbourhood kids and my brother.
I turn to my old desk where a medium-sized TV stood,
Its screen was wide, almost taking up the entire space of the desk itself. On the side of the desk were three drawers that could fit small objects inside.
I unconsciously open the first drawer, empty. I open the second and the third, both empty. Glancing up at the desk material, it was pristine, just how I first got it. My hand brushed against the solid wood, as if I were absorbing the many times I sat at this desk and used it, which was a lot.
After a few seconds of taking it in I walk to the door that should lead to the rest of my home. I slowly opened the door as it creaked, coming into view was a hallway with a door on each side and a row of framed family photos.
My steps were slow as I gazed upon each photo; sometimes my fingers would brush against them, almost like they were just inches from me to interact with.
I deeply sigh before continuing into the living room to find something that froze me on the spot and my eyes widen in sheer surprise.
"M-Mother" I whispered.
Sitting there on the sofa was my mother, her black hair, tied in a low ponytail, draped over her shoulder and ending down at her chest, her almost angelic black eyes scanning each word in the book she was reading.
Blinking, she looks up from the book she was reading as she registers my voice with a soft smile on her lips and her eyes take in my new body.
"Xicor, it's good to see you my sweet boy" She said, her sickly and calming voice reached my ears as I began to tear up.
Just seeing my own mother there, right in front of me, literally just a few steps away from me after so long of not finding her or dad is exhilarating and better yet, she still recognises me even in a changed body.
"H-How D-Did you know I-It was me?" I asked curiously as my voice came out shaky.
Her smile grows more teasing, just like she usually does when she is having fun with the situation in front of her, "I'm your mother, of course I'm going to recognise my own child, it's in our instincts" she said before getting off the sofa, not before placing her book down as she grabbed my ear and pull it.
"How dare you doubt your own mother mister, and where did you get those tattoos and those red eyes from, no way my son is turning into a damn emo on my watch!" she scolded before letting go after a minute.
As soon as she let go I brought her into a hug I desperately needed, "I-I missed you" My body shook as my arms tightened around her as if afraid she'll disappear.
I felt her own arms wrap around me in a gentle embrace as one of her hands gently combed my hair, all the stress I was doing my best to hide until I found her and dad came out like a flood like the tears running down my cheeks.
"There, there, easy, calm down Xicor" my mother whispered slowly, pecking my forehead until I felt her entire body pull away from my embrace.
My eyes shot open as I desperately reached out to grab her but... she was already gone like a ghost. I glance at the sofa to see the book where my put down but there was no book anymore.
I sighed as I lowered my shaking hands and pressed on, into the kitchen. The room was empty, no sign of life anywhere.
I frowned upon my discovery before stomping towards the front door, already getting tired of this place messing with me.
I open the front door to walk out but instead of the front garden I was so used to I came into a school playground with an army of children running around playing, they all had smiles on their faces. Many adults stood in various places around keeping a watchful eye for any troublemakers
I vaguely recognise some of the people but this school playground is all too familiar to me and I hated it, almost by fate I looked to a spot in the playground with barely anyone going close to it, like plague in habits there.
Sitting on the wet grass, waving his hand over the soft blades was a small boy about 10 years old, with short black hair and black eyes with a black coat that seemed to be too big for him and a large hood draped over his head, his mouth was under the zippers, trying to make himself as small as possible.
I know this boy, after all, he's me or a past version of myself but still me.
I walk over to the boy, always noting the amount of distance people are putting themselves between them and me.
I didn't know why people kept their distance from me but after growing up and the internet, the answer was obvious.
I was a weirdo.
Someone who didn't fit in because of what I like and the things I did.
And thinking back, it was kind of embarrassing. I continued to walk to myself until I sat down next to him, facing the mass but he didn't register my presence, in fact, no one here took notice of me, almost like I'm invisible.
To test that theory I attempted to place my hand on my small version's head but it went right through him like I was nothing.
I pulled my hand back and looked back at the crowds.
I was obsessed with dinosaurs and anime when I was younger so I attempted to make impressions of them but once I did it in school, obviously everyone called me a weirdo.
I shouldn't be surprised by that now but I was young and innocent to the world around me, and I believed negativity never existed in the world.
Even with all of them calling me names, I didn't back down to find a friend I could share my obsession with, but there was no one.
This was repeated until I went into high school, where I threw my obsession aside and tried to fit in but no matter how hard I tried, it would always end in me becoming labelled a weirdo, like a curse placed upon me.
I never understood why humans were like that. Was it because of denying that the person in front of them is actually a human like them?
A disgrace of what a human should be?
I will never know the true answer because every time I ask someone why they do the stuff they did to me, I always get the same answer.
"Because, you're a weirdo"
It's always the same answer that comes out of their rotten mouths and I doubt they would answer what a weirdo is without saying, 'it's you'
I hated this place, I hated the people but no matter how much I lamented I couldn't do anything, simply because I was weak, a pushover that barely anyone would glance at.
I shook my head as I glanced at myself to find him gone. I sighed, it's the same disappearing act with mother.
I turn back to the playground to find parents picking their children up from school and my eyes immediately gravitate to myself, running to my mother and father like everything didn't exist.
I stared at them, my parents, in a daze. This was the first time in a long time since I've seen them together like this.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" a man's voice said beside me.
The voice made me freeze on the spot as my mouth hung open slightly, the words were hard to bring out but I mustered all my strength to say a single word.
"Dad"
"Well, who did you expect it to be" he laughed before I slammed into him and embraced him.
He chuckled a little as one of his arms wrapped around my body, "missed me that much aye kiddo"
"Yes", I said without beating around the bush.
I wanted to continue but just as I was about to say more, he was gone.
I stared at the spot where he had just been standing. Clench my fist and gritted my teeth before screaming out into the sky.
After a minute of screaming out my anger, I take a deep breath before walking back to the same door I came in through, hoping it would lead me back to my old house but with how messed up this place is I doubt it would lead me to it.
Opening the door and like I expected it was a different place, this time it was a dark room with glass walls separating me from beyond.
I felt something pull me through as my body moved on its own, despite how much I resisted. As I passed through to the other side, the door slammed shut.
As soon as the door shut, my movement returned. I prepared myself to fight someone as I scanned everywhere for someone to jump out from.
There was nothing, not even a slight whisper of wind. Just as I dropped into a casual stance a bright light shone behind me as I twisted sharply around to find William on a table, his breathing was wheezy and difficult as his eyes slowly closed and opened, like a routine.
"William" my eyes widened before I ran against the glass and banged on it, using my strength to break it but no matter how many times I tried it didn't budge.
"William! William!" I repeatedly called out but he gave no response, not even acknowledging my presence.
I backed away from the glass as I formed a finger gun sign with my hand, "dismantle"
Nothing happened?!
I tried again and again but nothing came out not even a sliver of cursed energy.
I have no curse energy?!
I gritted my teeth as I punched and kicked at the glass wall, not stopping until it was broken.
Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my eye. It was an elderly woman wearing a yukata, walking with a trolley of tools.
"You stay away from him!" I screamed as I banged on the glass multiple times.
The elderly woman continued pushing the trolley until she was next to William with her back to me before she glanced at me with her closed eyes before returning her attention to William.
I couldn't see or hear what she was doing but clear patches of blood on her tools immediately set me off as I bash my own body against the glass until it shatters completely, almost like it gave me permission to.
My body rolled across the black ground as my head shot up to see the old woman gone as well as the trolley.
Ignoring where she went, I ran up next to William to find his eyes vacant and his breathing had stopped.
He was dead, again, and I couldn't do anything about it.
I lowered my head as I brought his hand to my cheek to suppress more tears coming out. Suddenly I felt a gust of wind blow against my back and another light shone against me.
I sharply turned again, expecting the old woman but it wasn't her but a crowd of hundreds of people in the open.
What were they doing here?
Are they gonna scream as usual when normal people see a dead body and a random person next to it?
That didn't happen as I expected as instead... they laughed.
They laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
They continued to laugh at the body of my own dead body until I felt a soft, almost ghostly hand on my shoulder.
"Do you want more power to kill them all for good?" A ghostly whisper entered my ears.
"Yes"
"Will you still protect those whom you cherish?" it whispered again.
The images of Shikoku and Naruhime flash through my mind, "absolutely"
"Then use this power to slaughter all who have robbed you" it whispered once again until I felt a surge of power like no other course through my body, it was painful, agonising even but I gritted my teeth through the pain as I took in all of those faces.
As the pain went away an influx of my cursed energy and techniques returned and not only that but it seemed that my reserves doubled.
I wasted no second as I formed a hand sign and uttered four words that plunged the whole area into nothing but a barren, empty land.
"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine"
3rd Pov:
Outside of the black pool, Naruhime remained where she was with her arms crossed, her eyes darting around the pool for any sign of Xicor emerging. The only difference on the outside was that Fukuma and Jaku'un were no longer in the room.
"How long has he been in there?" Shikoku asked as she walked in next to Naruhime.
"18 hours" she simply said.
She blinked several times, "That's longer than any of the other faithful"
Naruhime glanced at Shikoku and forced a smile to try to hide her chaotic emotions, "Questioning our consort are you?"
Shikoku huffed, "Of course not, I'm just a woman worrying for her husband"
All of a sudden a dense, heavy pressure slammed down on them as they were forced onto their knee, their eyes open wide in shock as they attempted to pinpoint where it was coming from.
"It's coming from..." Naruhime started.
"...From the black pool.... From him" Shikoku finished as the black pool began to bubble up as a figure made his way up the stairs under the liquid.
Xicor's black hair was wet and down, covering his forehead. His red eyes gleam with malice and rage but there was a strange change, there was a second pair of eyes under the corners of his current ones. Although smaller, they hold just as much malice and rage as his original ones.
Xicor Samiel, the Fallen of Humanity.
The champion of the gods.
Has emerged anew.