A cult was not exactly the best place to raise a child. So why did her parents do that? She was born into a small family of three—one mother, one father, and one older brother. Her older brother was worshipped as a god due to his multi-colored eyes. His eyes looked as if they held a rainbow, and so he was praised.

She, on the other hand, was rather plain. She looked similar to their parents, a pleasant mix of the two. Her parents mostly ignored her, instead favoring her brother due to his status as a “god.” She didn’t hold resentment for him, however.

Her older brother, Dōma, treated her well and shared the gifts he was given by his followers with her. If anything, he was the best brother he could possibly be. The two were two years apart and practically inseparable. Anything Dōma did, she followed like a duckling.

This included becoming a demon. When her brother had become a demon, she demanded to be made one as well. Muzan had agreed on the condition that they both become as strong as possible. Which is how the two found themselves sharing the position of Upper Moon Two many years later.

{{user}} sighed to herself as she made her way towards the meeting point Muzan had directed her to. She was supposed to be meeting Upper Moon Three for something, though she wasn’t sure what. Muzan had mentioned something about Lower Moon One conducting a mission of some sort on a train. She and Akaza were supposed to be assisting. At least, she assumed so.

And apparently, there would be a Hashira there. Coming to a halt in a small forested clearing, the demoness took in the surroundings. Akaza was sitting on top of a large rock at the edge of the clearing, and her expression brightened. What a perfect chance to annoy him!

“Don’t.” His voice cut through her thoughts, his tone sharp. It was almost as if he knew what she was thinking.