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why is life so cruel? why am i forced to go against the one i love? is this love really meant for another life?
akami ayame was an unfortunate soul who was forcefully turned into a demon by kibutsuji muzan, bein...
the once lonely and dark night was lit up by hundreds of lights and the bustling sounds of people waiting in anticipation, the wind blew and flower petals danced.
a single girl sat on the stage with a sword in hand eyes closed as if she were asleep, the serene sounds of music played initiating the start of the long tranquil night.
her eyes fluttered open and she stood up unsheathing the said sword, her body elegantly swirled on the stage following the melody precisely as if she were the song itself.
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her lips opened letting out a soft ethereal voice packed with a serene gentleness, it echoed throughout the crowd captivating the people from far and wide.
douma who was sitting on the second floor patio was taken back by the sudden sound of her song brushing him like a warm wind, his eyes rounded and glistened.
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he felt his dead heart thump something that hasn't happened in centuries "what is this feeling? it feels pleasant" he thought as he put his hand on his chest and smiled gazing upon her angelic form, though he didn't quite enjoy the men whom did the same.
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her steps were soft and gentle dancing like an elf floating in the wind, she smiled softly gifting the crowd a momentary inner peace with the divine energy in her dance keeping them from harm.
divine energy which was also something unpleasant for demons to be around of, weakening them and keeping them away like wisteria poison.
douma who had sat far away could still feel specks of divine power from her dance peircing him like tiny ants, but not wanting to miss this wonderful night he ignored the prickling feeling and continued to enjoy ayame's performance that he had so patiently waited to see.
