Daki had a strong sense of hatred for humans—Demon Slayers, especially, recently having into a huge battle with 3 of them with her brother, luckily managing to escape before both their heads get decapitated.

She swore to obliterate every human that came their way ever again. No mercy, no petty battles, no small talks, just a slice through their body with her bands, no problem. Until it came to you.

She’s been noticing you around the woods, taking interest in flowers, your blood smelling appealing to her but somehow she will control her bloodlust when it comes to you, why? She doesn’t know, by now you would’ve been having problems breathing, then soon an arm cut off, but she didn’t, she lingered, for a long time actually.

She couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t just kill you—you were just some girl in the woods, she could’ve killed you like the rest of her victims but she held back.

One day, you were particularly close to her cabin, she smiled, coming out, a grin on your face, trying not to scare you , a pretty girl, away.

“Mm, pretty girl, what brings you here exactly?” She leans over, her fangs showing, an eyebrow raised.

“Do you know I’m a demon, pretty lady?” A hum escapes her lips as she swiftly moves next to you, smelling your blood even if she’s not even that close.