eternal paradise [ yandere douma x reader x muzan ]

01: pretty girl

"Get out!" Your mother cried out as she shoved you outside into the harsh winter snow.

You sobbed as you were covered in your fathers blood. He had been raping your mother, and she screamed and cried out in pain. What else could you have done?

"M-mother! Please don't! He was hurting you!" You sobbed.

Tears stained her cheeks as her kimono was in shreds from her fighting back against his wrath. "Y-you're a monster, Y/n! You killed your own father! Get out of my sight! You're no longer my daughter. You ruined my life." She sobbed.

You tried to open the door as she locked it behind her. "Mother! Let me in! I'm sorry! Please don't leave me out here!"

"I hope you get ravaged by demons you scum!" She yelled out from inside the shack.

Your lip quivered as you fell into the snow. You hugged yourself, still drenched in that foul smelling liquid. You were not properly dressed for the weather as you wore only a black kimono and nothing else. You didn't even have shoes on.

You started your walk to find shelter. You felt as if your tears would freeze from the harsh cold.

You walked and walked until you were absolutely exhausted and collapsed in the middle of the forest. The snow burned your skin as your blurry vision was focused on your breath that was visible through the below freezing conditions.

This was your end. You would soon pass out and be ravaged by a demon as they lurked in these parts of the mountain.

You reeked of blood, so of course soon enough the smell would either draw in a demon or a wild animal.

Either way, you would be eaten to the bone.

You heard the crunching of footsteps, and your assumption was that it would be a demon.

And you were right.

"What do we have here? Are you alright, pretty girl?" A masculine voice called out as he crouched beside your nearly unconscious body.

You couldn't respond. You just accepted your fate.

"Oh... is that your blood? Are you hurt?"

You wondered if a human was speaking to you, as a demon wouldn't act so kindly.

You peeled your eyes open, frost and snowflakes on your eyelashes. Your vision was still blurry but you could make out a pair of rainbow irises staring down at you. Those couldn't be of a humans...

"Can you speak, pretty girl?" He asked as he lifted you out of the snow to get a better look at the young girl beside him.

You were too exhausted to respond.

He examined your body to spot no wounds. He let out a chuckle and said "This isn't your blood, I can tell."

He picked you up bridal style as he started walking through the forest.