𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, the daughter of the progenitor of demons finally returns home. With a heart black as night and a voice as alluring as a siren's, she only has one goal: To finish what she failed to do 300 years earlier.
All the while, failing to not...
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✧˖°. Several months ago...
HIS GAZE FIXATED ON HER, analyzing every movement she made in case she attempted to escape. From her scarlet eyes to her curves down to her legs, Obanai found himself burning every detail into his memory.
She walked ahead of him, movements relaxed yet punctual as if she couldn't care less about the demon slayer following her. The Serpent Hashira noticed how the dress she wore hugged her curves, showing no imperfections even with the slit riding up her thigh.
His breath nearly hitched at the sight of it. Her outfit was that of many who lived in the Red Light District. That was his original destination since he had been informed of the battle between the Sound Hashira and a potential uppermoon.
However, he found this to be a bigger issue to tackle. Other slayers would appear there anyways, and if the Sound Hashira died... it would only be because he was too weak.
The fact Obanai had stumbled upon the daughter of the progenitor of demons was astounding. Though, he wasn't stupid. He knew she had given up a little too easily, especially since she had managed to evade the demon slayer corps for years.
The fact that she had shown herself to him and willingly allowed him to "capture" her made him feel incredibly special. That feeling resulted in his rather quickly beating heart and his restless glances at her. Luckily for him, his reddening face was covered by the mask he wore.
Soon enough, the two approached a mansion surrounded by wisteria trees at all sides. Asuna could feel the male behind her tense up, ready to stop her as soon as she made any false move.
The closer they got, the stronger the scent of the wisteria became and the more irritated the demoness became. Though it was incapable of killing her, she had an aversion to the flowers much like her father. It burned her skin, afflicting her with a terrible reaction akin to that of an allergic reaction.
Luckily for her, there was little wind and the pollen had ceased to unleash its wrath onto her. Eventually the two came to the front of the door, which slowly opened to reveal one woman.
Asuna tilted her head, almost in amusement as she witnessed the woman's face stare directly at hers. The demoness wasn't sure if she should've been amazed or appalled at the sight before her.
The woman before her had white hair, quite similar to her own, and had it tied in a mid-height ponytail. That in itself wasn't what she cared about. However, she also noticed the way the woman dressed and carried herself. It was almost laughable how stiffly she seemed to act.
In her hair was an array of flowers, all of which were blue.
Quite unbefitting of her, Asuna internally grimaced, noting how despite how calm the woman before her seemed to be, her gaze held a sort of quiet malice. No, that wasn't quite it.
