𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝙪. 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖

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-•𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄•-

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ

Pain was being branded into her soul; it was the type of excruciating pain that feels searingly hot yet so so cold and you can't even attempt to tell the difference because it simply hurts.

Akumi felt like she was enveloped in heavy mud again, yet it suffocated her entire body while she was burning alive. She couldn't breathe, her mouth shut and her body spasmed and clamped uncontrollably.

"Almost there, brat," A familiar voice coursed inside her whole body in a ripple. "Come on. Get out of it.." Akumi couldn't notice the subtle tone of encouragement due to the pain.

Her front strands of hair stuck to her temples.

"Open your eyes."

My eyes? It burns, Akumi grit her teeth, taking a few attempted to pry her clamped shut eyes open.

Gloomy light flooded her vision, with a little boy that stood in front of her. He had short, spiky dark-brown hair, and two yellow eyes that shined with fear.

"Yuto..." Akumi whispered in recognition, her body teeming with shock as her eyes widened.

The face brought along memories of her youth.

"A heir's true legacy... is the killing of one closest to you," A familiar voice started off a clan recitation engraved in her mind, making Akumi snap her head towards it. Her father stared down beyond her figure.

Oh, she turned around and looked down, staring directly at the younger version of herself, who stared at Yuto Mazoku in hesitation.

"Akumi Mazoku, the blood of my blood, I deem you strong enough to be declared heir and become a real Mazoku. Your first order from me to become a true Mazoku, is to kill this traitor." He walked up to the trembling boy and put a katana to his throat.

"Don't even nick him with your sword." The young Akumi voiced out in a cold manner, glowering up at her father, to which the others circling the throne snapped their eyes to her younger self.

"What did you say?" Akuyami growled, his malicious aura coursing out his body.

"...I wish to kill him with my own weapon, father." She explained, lifting her boomerang from the ground.

"Ha, this is your first kill, after all. I knew you wouldn't go against me," The man crowed with a raspy chortle, sheathing his katana. "The boy is all yours."

The boy stood straight, trying to relax for a quick death, gulping as Akumi placed the inside of her boomerang to the side of his throat.