[various!kny x reader]
For she is nothing but a weakling with a pretty face, often described as a mere walking 'doll' without a soul.
/Warning - might contain some dark themes/
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I'm the devil's advocate
You don't know the half of it
Good luck tryna manage it
If a God is a dog, and a man is a fraud
Then I'm a lost cause
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[Name] may have appeared fearless in everyone's eyes, but deep down, she knew just how much of a coward she was. It was inevitable, since her whole childhood was spent by painting her face with heavy masks, which she soon found weren't safe to use. Even upon obtaining such knowledge, her parents were adamant about her beauty. It was a never ending cycle.
She really didn't get to know the real world and its wickedness, since no one ever told her. She only learned those things when she reached the age of fifteen, or rather, the age she was married to her late husband.
The forced marriage wasn't happy at all. It left deep scars in her mental health, leaving her an open husk, which later on started rotting. However, thanks to a certain act of convenience, she regained at least one passion of hers-
to live and keep on surviving.
And now, she's found herself standing in front of a huge demon. Her confidence may have faltered a little, since she didn't expect such humongous creature wandering around trial grounds meant for newbies, but that wasn't the end of her journey yet. No, not at all. The first demon she killed wasn't weak, but nor was its resolve strong enough to phase her.
Perhaps, this was the universe's doing. They were probably laughing in her face right about now, which she wouldn't mind at all. In fact, maybe it was meant to be like this; maybe this whole fiasco happening was fated. She couldn't back down anymore, she had to help. She's already promised, and even though she isn't a good person, she still can offer her abilities to someone in need.
She observed the fierce, wounded boy in front of her, his eyes holding a certain glint of fear, but overall, he was more than ready to take on every challenge the demon would throw at him. He was truly what one could call admirable. His strong resolve motivated her to do the exact same - fight. She wasn't weak anymore, she wouldn't just stand idly and watch from the sidelines.
It was now her time to act and even protect others.
One thing she noticed about him though, was that angered twinge his furrowed eyebrows held. It was apparent to her that the demon must've told him something which enraged him. 'Perhaps, the burgundy haired boy knew someone who this monster killed,' [name] thought.
Dismissing that thought quickly, she readied her stance, her fingers finding their way over to the katana strapped securely onto her hip, as she watched the fight with weary eyes. She was looking for an opening. She couldn't just jump in like a blockhead and carelessly inject some poison into the boy as well. She needed to focus and be precise with her strike.
