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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Make The Angels Cry — Chris Grey
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OBANAI LET OUT A SCOFF, finding the whole situation ridiculously annoying. This whole entire castle was under the control of the biwa demon, and both he and the Love Hashira had been teleported right before her. As expected, she had not failed to make every movement of theirs much more difficult with each strum of her hand.
"Iguro-san!" the Love Hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji shouted, "Where are we?!"
"I think it's the demons' hideout!" he responded, narrowly avoiding a wall that was sent towards him, "Shinazugawa and I saw it during one of our missions!"
Kaburamaru hissed as the two of them continued to fend off against the hordes of demons coming to attack them. With this many coming after them, taking on the biwa demon would be nearly impossible. The Serpent Hashira could feel himself getting more frustrated as the time waned on.
His hand instinctively fell to one of the pockets in his uniform, feeling a sort of relief wash over him. The thing he had been keeping in his pocket was still there. He wasn't sure why he had kept it like some cherished memento. And he didn't have time to dwell on the thought either.
The male's gaze fell towards his colleague. Her pink-green hair was flying around her as she leaped and swung her sword, decapitating all the enemies before her. It was quite the sight to see. Kanroji's strength was something he dearly appreciated, along with her charisma.
She never failed to make him feel a little less self-conscious. Whenever they sat together and ate, she never probed him about his mask. Nor did she ever look at him in disgust or even fear, which was all nice. But... she also never acknowledged him without his mask. She could very well hate it but would never know until she saw it.
Unlike a certain someone ...
Obanai instinctively grimaced at the thought. He couldn't deny it any longer. It was true that his fixation was on someone he had originally assumed to be a goddess but was, in fact, his sworn enemy. He had been saved from one pot of boiling water and thrown into a pan of sizzling oil. How ironic was that? The world was truly cruel.
As much as Obanai loathed demons, he knew he wouldn't be able to live without her. He wouldn't give up on her, not without trying to understand her first.
After all, even gods make mistakes sometimes.
And seeing that his closest friend, Sanemi Shinazugawa, had harbored some sort of sick interest in her, the thought of it made his blood boil. Right now, his focus was on killing Muzan Kibutsuji... and as for his daughter, the Serpent Hashira had decided that he would simply have to convince everyone that she wasn't as bad as they thought.
