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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BEFORE THE HASHIRA TRAINING HAD COMMENCED, the progenitor of demons had summoned a small meeting between him and his darling daughter.
"Father," the woman bowed respectfully, "I have arrived at your request."
Said male narrowed his eyes at her way of addressing him but said nothing.
"As my daughter," he started with a red glint in his eye, "It is natural that you are perfect at all times."
Asuna bit her tongue to keep a retort from leaving her lips, choosing to keep quiet at the rather ticking time bomb of a man her father had become as of late.
"Even when you clung to those pathetic humans," he muttered bitterly, "I showed you mercy. Even after you dared to protect the one who dared to defy me."
The demoness kept her gaze toward the wooden panels of the floor, a dark shadow seemingly hovering over her expression as she listened to her father's words.
"All for the hope that you'd make your father proud," he walked towards her, bending down to meet her eyes, "Yet somehow a demon girl— one completely unrelated to us— has overcome the sun. Tell me dear daughter of mine, do you understand what I am saying?"
She felt the aura of the man weigh heavily down upon her, a burning sensation piercing through her body as his DNA threatened to poison her from within.
Just because he couldn't see through her eyes did not mean that his blood didn't affect her. His rage had reached a boiling point, along with his thirst for conquering the Sun. After all, after 1000 years of searching, it was finally in reach.
Asuna took a knee to the wooden floor, her head bowing down in obedience.
"This daughter of yours has no excuses," she declared simply, "I have disappointed you in this regard."
Muzan's scarlet eyes narrowed at his daughter's self-deprecating words, feeling slightly satisfied at her self-awareness. He half expected her to lash out at his striking words, like she had done in the past. This side of her really was endearing.
He let out a hum, retracting the intensity of his body-destroying cells from her body.
"My sources tell me you have news," he peered down at her, "Well?"
"The Ubuyashiki household," Asuna muttered, causing her father to tilt his head in great interest, "I have a way to figure out where he is."
"Oh?" he hummed.
"In the absence of Uppermoons 4 and 5," the demoness explained, "I believe Nakime would fit in well."
The biwa demon who had usually sat in her spot suddenly put aside her instrument, kowtowing to the master and his daughter.
"I dare not envy more than my insolence," Nakime said firmly, "But if the Princess speaks, I dare not disagree."
Asuna let a small grin form on her face before it quickly disappeared in light of the other party's expression.
