𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚
"am I my sister's keeper?"
let us bathe in the malice of a millennium.
no nicer than the demons slain. 400 years and a burning agenda, what makes her any better?
⚠️Suicidal themes, Explicit Language,
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our mc is a young girl born 400 years before the main story
the wonder is; more human or demon?
why do the voices keep asking?
[ 蓮狐井 ]
Vague, distorted images of her own blood tainting the snow ran rampant through her mind. Like the flesh she was born of, like the thought that she owned. The womb she'd come from was hardly a body and soul anymore. Her blade was to blame for the head leaking into the snow. Or had it been her mother was already dead? That the dead woman in front of her was a falsehood of the demon? Or a comfort for her own morales?
Falsehood or not, clearly Sakurai had no hesitation or mercy. Now, she'd shoulder the lies she was about to make for a long time yet, to her village, to her family, to herself.
"Protect the swordsman with Hanafuda-like earrings. You are a protector."
After what she'd done, she could hardly be called a protector. How on earth could she fulfill mother's last wishes?
Just let it be a dream and be done with it. She opened dry eyes to keep her peace.
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Long had fires of life burned in Ren Village, as it had been called hundreds of years ago. In it were flames that tempered blades under the sun of Amaterasu and moulded special ore said to destroy evil. Though with peace from conquering war and ravaging sickness they had no one to smith for—no one but the hunters that came to their village. "Demon Slayers" they called themselves. An age of emerging talents had begun to flourish, the gods had both blessed and cursed this era.
Their village had not originally taken kindly to these people, thinking they would come to take blades and go to stir trouble. But they were humble patrons and their chief nor their temple family—the family of Ren, did not recognize such malice. Anger, lots of it, but not meaning ill harm to humans.
Demons, which so recognized as the threat that plagued the borders of their village and Japan as she knew it. Countless humans killed to simply become fodder to hellborn creators. The people despised them so, the Ren family serving as the protectors of the village as well.
At the present moment, the family of Ren was headed by the eldest daughter after the untimely death of the head priestess. Ren Sakurai was only 13, her sister, Ren Sayuri a year younger. The untimely death, as regular folk would put it, did not affect the younger of the two. They had been raised to serve Amaterasu and protect their family and village, and that they needn't worry about losing those who stood on that path with them. They were raised knowing they would humbly take over from their mother, and they still had their father, though he could not live in the shrine with them.
