❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
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He said you can have anything, everything here is yours. It was like he had long since drilled that into your mind. Long before you were turned into a demon, Douma had drilled into your mind that you can have everything. So when you saw the hairpin, something snapped. You want it.
"But it's a gift from my betrothed."
Betrothed? Ah, this sounds so oddly familiar, you thought to yourself. So oddly familiar yet you could care less. It does not matter, pondering about things that occurred during your trivial human existence was something that matters no more to you.
You cocked your head to the side and looked at the woman as if asking, so, what of it? And the woman's expression changed. "Young lady, you can't have someone else's possession just because you want it."
"Oh?" you asked, blinking your eyes. "Did you know? Douma said I can have whatever I want. Then, If I were to ask you, did he lie to me?"
"What?" she asked back, her voice trembling a bit as she took a step back when you took a step forward, like a predator advancing close to its prey.
"Douma said I can have whatever I want," you repeated. "And I want your hair ornament. So give it to me."
"No," she said, this time firmly and she swatted your hand.
