Prologue

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You've been told your entire life about the existence of demons. As a young naïve child, you believed the stories without question. Your mother, however, always said that they were just stories told to keep children from wandering off into the night.

At some point you started to believe her words. In your world, your mother was the smartest person you knew so of course you'd start believing her, especially if you never saw a demon to begin with.

Unfortunately, you were only nine years old when you saw a demon for the very first and very last time.

It was just like every other night. You laid in your futon, snuggled up nice and comfortable beneath your blanket on the verge of falling asleep. Your mother was down the road at her friends house, enjoying a nice cup of tea as they chatted about who knows what.

You were extremely close to falling asleep when there was a crashing noise outside of the room you share with your mother. Your eyes snapped open in an instant, your sleepiness disappearing quickly.

Gathering what tiny amount of courage you had in your tiny nine year old body, you got out of bed. Your bare feet patter across the tatami mats until you reach the door. Just as you're reaching to slide it open, it explodes inwards, blowing you backwards.

You cry out in pain as you slam onto your back, splintered wood flying around you. Confused and disoriented, you sit up, looking around with blurred vision. It takes a few seconds to clear up and once it does you find your mother standing in the doorway, the shadows hiding her features.

"Mama?" You rub at your eyes, wiping away the tears that formed when you were hurt. She remains silent, the only sound to be heard being her harsh panting.

As you move to stand up and approach her, she finally moves. A shrill scream leaves you as she tackles you back onto the ground. You don't get a chance to question her as her sharp claws fly to your eyes, digging and scratching at them.

You flail around desperately as you scream and cry, trying to get her off of your much smaller form. Blood and tears flow down your face and onto the tatami mats, staining them. Your mother claws and claws at your face until her weight suddenly disappears from on top of you. You continue sobbing, unable to see or hear what's going on around you.

You don't hear the sounds of your mother struggling and growling as she tries to fight off the person that attacked her. Even as her sounds suddenly disappear, you hear nothing except your own cries of pain. You don't even react as you're scooped up into a pair of strong arms and taken from your home where your mothers body is left behind to disintegrate.

Your mother watches as you're taken, thankful to the stranger for killing her before she could do the same to you. She didn't want to cause you harm. Even as a demon, all she really wanted was to be there with you even if she was a monster.

She didn't mean to break the door open or hurt you. She had failed to realize her new strength until it was too late. And it wasn't until she was standing over your trembling form that she realized she made a mistake coming home to you. She was terrified at the thought of you seeing her as the monster she had become.

Her only thought was to keep you from seeing her in such a way, and before she knew it she was clawing at your eyes in desperation. She felt pathetic doing such a thing to her only child but in her mind she had no other choice. It wasn't until that man knocked her away from you that she realized how pathetic she truly was.

She had fought against him solely to stay by your side. She didn't want to leave you alone in this cruel world. Not when the mother of your friends had been turned into the same monster as her, likely attacking her own children just as she is. If your friends died too, you'd have no one without her.

Yet as she watched that man carefully take you into his arms as she was left to die, she knew you would be okay. He can watch over you in life while she watches over you in death.

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