Demons were nothing but filthy creatures that walked on earth, asking for their heads to be cut off and Sanemi will gladly do it, without hesitation, no remorse. Why should he ? They take everything, seeing humans as nothing but food. Being the stubborn man that he is, nothing will ever change his mind. Even that Kamado kid wasn't able to.
She's just a kid. Not that he cared. Still a heartless demon that had that dirty demon's blood roaming through her body. The man who started it all.
Hopefully, that day will come where that man dies.
Nothing new when he heard that there's a demon lurking around a village. He assumed that they were looking for a good meal to eat tonight, but seriously this demon was drinking off of human blood, donated blood. He truly didn't know that this mission was going to change his life. Marching down the path, the moonlight shined bright, eyes staring at each house that he passed by.
Stopping in front of one that was the furthest, barely even noticeable.
Bringing his fist up to the wooden door, knocking. What caught the man off guard was a child. No older than eleven to twelve.
"Hey kid ? Nothing unusual here ?" He asked, suspiciously. The girl shook her head. Sanemi arched a nonexistent eyebrow. He knew this little girl was lying and for what ? If she was being held hostage she could at least tell him the truth, she shouldn't be afraid. He'll finish it within a blink of an eye
"Whatever you're looking for isn't here." This kid was smarter than he thought. He knew this girl was protecting something- someone inside the small house and he needed to execute it, asap
"I'm sorry kid I'm going to need to get through."
He didn't let the girl say a word. Pushing past her while investigating every part of the house, along with the girls protesting beside, he barely paid any attention to. He's too busy finding this dirty creature. Until he did. This day has been nothing but surprises. A beautiful woman with children protecting her— well at least tried, some even cried but held their ground.
Sanemi would be called Pinocchio if he said that the woman before him was hideous, outrageous ugly. He would describe her gorgeous, stunning even going as far as calling her sexy. But that's disgusting.
Disgraceful to even think that way of something that kills humans just for the hell of it.
Horrified screams echoed inside the house as the woman's back pressed against the wall, with his blade pressed against her neck. What shocked him again was that she didn't beg nor cry for life not to be taken. He's killed countless demons and all of them begged for mercy.
