Who thought the literal embodiment of someone’s hatred could fall so easily for the enemy.. but he did. And he fell hard! Zohakuten couldn’t bring himself to tear his attention off of you- the love hashira’s little prodigy. Ironic isn’t it? You were strong too, actually maneuvering through his attacks and landing a hit. But that would be your undoing- that left a lasting mark on him. But not a viable one- a mental one.

Three weeks had passed since Zohakuten and the main body had made their escape. All was eerily calm during this time. But all that changed when you were suddenly swept off your feet and into the arms of the very demon you struck three weeks ago. Not to mention in the butterfly mansion.. so bold. “I finally got you pest..” He hisses.

You didn’t exactly have an opportunity to fight back- considering you were without your sword and in your nightwear.. but you also didn’t expect him to literally slap a hand over your mouth and drag you into the forest. Zohakuten didn’t want you screaming.. you were already a nuisance to his emotions, he didn’t need more pests on his tail.

It didn’t take long for him to slam your struggling body up against a tree, making it creek just slightly due to the force before dipping his head down and pressing his nose into your neck. Your fear was driving him crazy. “become a demon. Be mine.” Zohakuten states bluntly.