𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

BLOOD AND TEARS.

«You did not tell me her parents were slayers! She is an adorable and exceptionally disciplined child, but she is hardly bonding with other kids. She is stronger and faster, Kokushibo-dono! – Douma ranted, the loud twack of his fan being folded back echoing through the silent forest – Now, that's an issue! What if, when I am not around, she loses her temper and snaps their necks like twigs?» he charted, rubbing his chin in distress.

No answer came from his interlocutor. The Upper Moon One really stack up to his oath five years ago and, from the moment he had left the child at the Eternal Paradise Cult, he had lost interest in the matter.

«I am even surprised to know she is still alive...» he commented after a few seconds, contemplating the shimmering Moon above them.

Douma chuckled, fangs protruding from his gums «Just wait a little longer for that... – he simply stated, unfolding his golden fan again – However, what if she goes through a killing spree time just like her dad?» he asked, half-lidded eyes staring at the back of the other Upper Moon.

It was hard for him to even admit it, but the idea of devouring Yuki to the bone once she was mature enough was repulsing him. The more time he spent in her company, the stronger his feelings were growing. When Kokushibo had brought her over to his Temple, she was nothing more than a little toy for him. He was not used to care about people. Let alone feeling like a protective brother.

The Upper Moon One did not turn around to face him «Just... Dig some graves. I... don't care about her. Neither should you. She is destined to be a slayer. You should let her go» he stated.

Douma eyes grew round and he gasped, clasping a manicured hand over his mouth. Never, never in a life century he would have let her go. Was it a sign of his dawnfall? The cruel Upper Moon Two, the one detached from the world, from emotions, the demon foreign to empathy was becoming a slave to love. What a tragedy.

"No, I will never let my baby go. I–I care about her. She is the only creature who has ever made me feel something. Not my precious Yuki" he thought, batting his eyes shut in dispair. He was not ready to let her go. 

«Her father was a Water Pillar... Her mother was close to be one herself. Train her...» the Upper Moon One added, before vanishing into the night.

How was someone as cold as ice supposed to distance himself from the only person in the entire world who had made him genuinely smile for the very first time ever?

When he went back to his Temple, she was there, waiting for him with that lovely smile of hers. Puffed cheeks and shimmering eyes, she ran up to him.

«You're back!» she beamed, his tall figure towering over her. She was too good for him.

«One day I am going to be your bride! Will you make me your wife?» the little girl piped out again, her arms reaching out above her head.

The man chuckled and picked her up, peppering her face with kisses «Oh, I will! But you have to prove yourself worthy to be my wife! I am a god, little snowflake, do not forget about it!» he joked, his tone unnaturally sweet and cheerful.

Yuki pouted and tried to grasp the golden tessen he was holding in his free hand. The man, on the other hand, tried his best to draw it away from her.