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CHAPTER 11
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❝ CALL ME FRIEND, BUT KEEP ME CLOSER ❞
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ SEVERAL MONTHS HAVE passed since I have last seen and first met my supposed ancestor as well as living so freely with my demon lover and my girls. My life has turned for the better now that I am free to be myself, but there has always been a lingering thought at the back of my mind every night.
I didn't know how to tell Akaza about my sudden interaction with an upper rank demon, let alone telling him that I'm related to one. Every time I'd try to voice it out, it seems my mouth is being closed shut by an unknown emotion. It was not fear, and I was certain of it. But I couldn't just continue living my life without letting Akaza know of such an important thing.
With my hands seemingly having a life of their own, I continued to sew a flower pattern on my own handkerchief, my mind wandering elsewhere. I was still mulling over what the six eyed demon had told me months before, his words forever leaving a print in my thoughts.
Become a demon.
But to be a demon meant I have to lose my humanity. I might hurt my girls and more innocent people. And I'd become a monster I'll forever resent. But then again, Akaza is a demon as well, and he refuses to every lay a finger on a woman or a girl, which means I might have a chance to deny myself of the urge to feed on human flesh.
However, if I become a demon, then who will take care of my girls? Who will go to the market and buy food for them during the day? Who will watch over them as they play outside without getting burnt by sunlight? Who will guide them in life without having to hide themselves in the shadow.
Suddenly, I realized that being a demon wasn't so different from my previous life. If I become a demon then I would be once again trapped, living inside my own personal hell. I'd have to hide again, resisting my own urges to keep others safe.
