His deep red eyes survey you, not a hint of emotion in them. As a demon, you had been taught to never fear humans, that you were now superior to them...but in front of this man, you felt a primal fear that you'd never felt before. He was the hunter, and you were his prey. You had run away from the demon king seventy years ago, you were his right hand demon, but much to his displeasure you refused to consume humans, you refused to even kill them, and finally, you gathered the courage to betray him and escape, taking up a job as the head of an orphanage, but something told you that your domestic dream ended here, with the man who stood still in front of you.

"You seem...different..." He says after a moment, watching as you back away on all fours. "Normally...you demons feel repulsive...as if you're made of evil itself..." He continues, seeming to cross the room in a second, staring down at you. "You smell nice..." He comments, making you flinch. "But you also...smell like him..." He adds, his brow furrowing as he finally shows some emotion. Disgust, you figure. His long, maroon hair sways in the gentle breeze, making you feel something you hadn't felt ever since you were first turned. He felt...warm. As you gaze up into his eyes you see a deep set sadness, millions of other possibilities. This man had clearly been through a lot, and you weren't surprised. He was a demon slayer after all.