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"Something feels different. This is ain't the same Villain I fought before. No, something have changed... Who are you?"
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In this book, is a Reader Insert fanfic. Reader...
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As the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie twilight glow over the demon estate, Y/N knew her chance had come. (A/n: ehe, come.)
She had waited all day, biding her time until the sun had fully set and the demons were safely ensconced in their rooms, their sensitive skin protected from the deadly rays that would sear their flesh in an instant.
Y/N moved silently and swiftly, her bare feet making no sound on the cool wooden floors of her chambers.
She had already changed out of her demon attire, donning instead a simple, unadorned kimono in a soft, muted hue - a far cry from the garish, ornate robes she was expected to wear as a demon.
Her hair, too, was styled in a plain, unassuming manner, the dark locks falling straight and simple around her face.
She slipped out of her room and into the darkened hallway, her heart pounding in her chest as she crept towards the main entrance of the estate.
She knew the risks she was taking, knew that if she were caught, the punishment would be severe and unimaginably cruel.
But the need to escape, to breathe the air of the human world and remember what it felt like to be free, was a compulsion she could no longer ignore.
As Y/N slipped out into the night, the cool, crisp air of the human greeting her like an old friend, she couldn't help but feel a excitement.
She had a destination in mind, a place she had glimpsed from afar during her journey to the estate - the village that lay nestled in the valley below.
Y/N had never been to this particular village before, but she knew that in the human world, such places were havens of warmth and light, of laughter and community.
And after the horrors and the darkness she had witnessed, she craved that warmth and light like a drowning woman craved air.
She moved swiftly and silently through the shadows, her heart racing as she neared the edge of the estate.
She could see the lights of the village twinkling in the distance, a beacon of hope and humanity that called to her like a siren's song.
As Y/N walked through the village streets, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the sights, sounds, and smells that surrounded her.
The air was filled with a cacophony of human chatter, the lively conversations and peals of laughter a stark contrast to the hushed, tense atmosphere of the demon realm.
