The Rainbow Eyed Devil and His Songbird

Slayer Kotoha

"Kotoha-Chan~!!"  Douma is smiling even when the sword was aiming for his neck. He laughs,  leaning back to avoid the attack on his life.

"Is that anyway to greet your future husband?" He teases, the demon was keeping his distance as the slayer darts forward.

Those emerald eyes held a steely resolve as Kotoha continued to try and cut his head off.

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Once Kotoha, age of 16, had gotten herself into debt. She started working at a house in the entertainment district. Her singing was popular among her clients.

But one loved her for her.

Though she learned to used to some touches of clients, she never blushed more than when he smiled at her, eyes solely focused on her.

"Kotoha-chan, you make my heart thunder in my chest," Douma spoke, his voice like velvet that made her own blood rush.

The man had reserved her for most of the nights she worked. Usually giving her more attention when he had to leave for a week or two at a time. The other girls and ladies talked about how she had the one. The one that would take her away.

Kotoha believed it.

Who would believe that after less than a year, she would be free?

Douma would soon propose to her and she thought finally a normal life was ahead of her.

—

They would travel, Douma stating that it was best to experience the world for what it is.

Kotoha none the wiser was by his side as they explored Japan.

She would slowly however notice his strange habits. Kotoha had thought he was just for the nightlife but he would actively avoid sunlight. Then there were moments she thought she saw drool after she cut herself.

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Her horror would come when she stumbles upon the scene where in an alleyway Douma had his head tucked into a woman's neck. For a split moment, she thought Douma had betrayed her but the woman had tears going down her face, a hand stretched to her.

Douma would whip his head back, blood spraying everywhere as he eagerly swallows the meat in his mouth.

He would then look her way, eyes wide and bright.

She ran before he could say anything.

—

Knowing he didn't move during the day, she travel as much as she could. Taking all forms of transport, praying to any local gods for safety as she ran.

Then she ran into a low-rank demon.

The demon had barely opened its mouth when a blade chopped off the predator's head.

"That is not flashy of you to attack a young lady like that."

—

Kotoha would be taken under Tengen, and trained in the ways of Sound Breathing before becoming an official slayer at age 18.

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Then Douma found her again.

He was delighted to have found his bride again. She however not as foolish as before.

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Douma would start leaving gifts, having found where she stayed but never advanced beyond the doorway.

The gifts were meaningless to her and she would give most away to others.

Expect for two.

One was a music box, that she played and had been transported back to the house. Douma leaned on his hand, watching her with such adoration as she sang. It was an original song and somehow, Douma had a box crafted to have the tune.

Precious and peaceful moments were tied in the song and so she kept the box.

The second gift had Douma reaffirming his declaration to marry her when he had accidentally clawed her collar to catch her mid-fall. His eyes twinkled at the sight of the ring he had chosen, strung onto a necklace.

She was able to cut his leg off when he kissed her upon his discovery of her wearing the promise ring.