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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AS THE DOOR CREAKED OPEN, Douma found himself dropping the head of the woman to gaze curiously at his sudden guest. With blood dripping down his chin and fingers, his eyes landed on the figure of a young girl with black to purple hair and a cute butterfly haori fluttering behind her.
"Oh! A girl!" he smiled, head tilting with interest, "You look young and tasty. I'll definitely have to thank Nakime later."
With the sword strapped to her side, it was clear she was a demon slayer. To his surprise, upon seeing him she visibly tensed up. Not in the usual 'he's a demon' way, but in a way like she recognized him. And following her revelation, her expression quickly fell into one of anger.
"Hi there, nice to meet you!" Douma continued, placing his hat on dramatically, "My name is Douma. Nice night, isn't it?"
His tone was joyful, teasing even. What he was really looking for was someone to stir his feelings. There was only one person who had managed to do such a thing, but she was elsewhere in the castle. And so, the mask of emotions came back to compensate for it.
"H-help..."
The purplette looked down in horror at the bloody disfigured pile of women's bodies. Seeing the demon whose looks resembled the one who killed her sister made her fury surge, and even more so after witnessing how nonchalantly he acted while torturing the women around him.
"Shh," the blonde shushed the last woman toyingly, "I'm talking, alright?"
Before he had a chance to silence her for good, he noticed the demon slayer disappear from her spot. He could've prevented the purplette from taking the girl altogether, but his boredom had truly reached an all time low.
And after his little altercation with his fellow Uppermoon, Akaza, his mood had already soiled considerably. And so, when the demon slayer went to save the remaining human, he did not hesitate to send several slashes along her body.
He had to admit, this demon slayer was quite fast. Too bad his mood was already at its wits end.
"Oh? You're fast," he commented bluntly, "Are you perhaps a Hashira?"
"Are you okay?" the butterfly girl asked the girl with a soft smile on her face, totally ignoring the demon in the room.
As though finally settling in, Douma's original slice sent blood gushing everywhere around the girl. He watched as the demon slayer's face dropped, watching the girl in her arms die instantly. With no other choice, the demon slayer let the now-dead girl's body rest on the wooden platform.
