Chapter 2: And the saints we see are all made of gold

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Two years.

Then three.

She was thirteen when she figured out she wasn't normal.

The demon who had kidnapped her three years ago was kind to her, letting her do what she pleased. She knew her blood was different when demons began attacking. Of course, having the high and mighty 'Upper Three' was probably the main reason she survived, but still. The day after she learned his name, Akaza offered to teach her his special form of Martial Arts. She was ten. As a ten-year-old, she was quite reserved and quiet, and preferred to stick to the shadows rather than be seen out in the open.

This didn't stop her.

She accepted his offer to train, which... wasn't the best idea on her part. Their training sessions were long and grueling, and she just about passed out the first couple of times. Eventually though, the training sessions were simply a part of her daily life, and started affecting her in more positive ways.

She was stronger, more determined.

But she always wore that same mask.

The one she had on when she arrived

She never took it off.

And then... one night after training, she and Akaza were joking around, and he pulled on the mask. Not hard, but there was enough force to pull it off. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and opened up her mouth to speak, before shutting it quickly. But it was too late. As she rushed up to her room with her mask in hand, Akaza tried to process what he had just seen.

The girl he had taken in, who he was so sure was human...

Had red eyes and fangs growing out of her mouth

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