THE DEMON TAMER

CHAPTER 1: FREEDOM & THE UNEXPECTED MEETING

With each laboured step, your breath came in cold, ragged gasps, the frost stinging your lungs.

 The woods were unforgiving, thick with thorny bushes and tree branches, scratching at your already torn and bloody feet. 

Your chains pulled you down further into the snow, but you couldn't stop, couldn't slow down.

 The sounds of your pursuers echoed through the trees, like the haunting whispers of a phantom, drawing closer with every breath you took. You kept running in your wedding dress.

"Y/N! GET BACK HERE!"

"Y/N! A WOMAN SHOULDN'T HAVE A BABY BEFORE MARRIAGE!"

"Y/N!"

You could hear the voices of fiancee, parents and followers of the cult. 

'NO! They're getting too close. I need to escape!' You thought as you struggled through the heavy blanket of snow, tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to move. 

You looked back noticing that the cult was closer and that your chains had gotten tangled in a dried throne bush. You pulled desperately on your chain.

'PLEASE! PLEAAASSSE!' As you pulled one last time, closing your eyes as tears ran down your cheek.

Finally the branch broke off and you fell on your butt as you clutched onto your chain. You landed hard on the forest floor, you opened your eyes.. Only to be met with a green scenery as the sun set... It looked like it was early summer. 

You looked back to where you came from only to see a very dark tunnel made of thorns. You quickly got up from your spot on the ground and tried to get away from that place.

You got far from the tunnel of thrones, you breathed heavily trying to get your breath back, you backed up into a tree. 

You also felt yourself relax, you took a deep breath as you realised that you were far away from your life.

 You looked up as tears of relief streamed out as a smile made a way to your face for the first time in a long time.

You took your time to feel everything, how the green grass prickled your bloody feet, how the setting sun felt warm against your cold skin. 

How the wind would gently kiss your cheeks. You spread out your arms, T-posing letting yourself feel the wind.

And from the shadows, a figure watched you intently, keeping his gold with red sclera eyes on you as he waited patiently for the sun to set.

When hours went by and the sun hid itself under the mountains and the crescent moon took its place did you consider the dangers you were in, standing in the middle of an unknown forest. You just stared up at the moon, soaking in the peacefulness of the night.

Though, that peacefulness was disturbed when you felt a presence behind you. You, despite that your whole body was screaming at you to run, turned around and faced the stranger.

Six gold with red sclera eyes stared back at your foreign form. He was a towering figure, his muscular frame covered in flawless, alabaster skin. His long, spiky hair cascaded down his back in a black mane shot with red streaks, gathered up in a neat ponytail. His face bore a striking presence; a set of four eyes adorned his features, two of which were devoid of pupils. His middle pair of eyes was marked with the characters "Upper Rank" and "One," etched into his irises with an intricate cracked pattern.

Your eyes widened in familiarity as you tried to figure out which eyes you should be looking at, Kokushibo aka Michikatsu Tsugikuni.

Unknowingly, something clicked in Kokushibo's mind, when he first saw you.. Your foreign face as you looked at him whilst your features were being kissed by the moonlight.. Made you seem innocent. Especially when he noticed your shackles on your wrist and ankles, and bloodied wedding dress.