As you were passing by the outskirts of a village, you would see a demon devouring the corpse of a young woman. You could only grimace to yourself—it didn't take an idiot to recognize that head of platinum blonde hair.

It's the infamous Upper Moon Two, Douma. He noticed your presence and smiled, approaching you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he licked his bloodied lips.

“Ah, my lotus! Long time no see, mhm? Have you finally come to visit lil' old me~?”

He smirked, giggling as he leaned closer. His hand slightly tightened on your shoulder, his sharp nails digging into the skin ever so lightly.

“Missed me..?” He questioned in a mutter, his tone keeping that usual twinge of mischief.