Fine grains of snow brushed your face; the cold night air didn't shake your stance. You continued to dance, your smooth movements brushing the snow and freezing the soles of your feet, which were standing barefoot. Your white yukata contrasts with the beauty of the white snowfall that is currently occurring. With a snowdrop flower tucked into your earlobe.
You dance under the snowfall, welcoming your coming-of-age ceremony. A hereditary ritual that women in your family must carry out when they turn 18 years old.
Your face showed sadness, waiting for his presence. Until a gust of wind brings an eerie aura, the aura of calm and frightening mystery that shadows him complements him as a demon of the highest rank.
"My lord..."
A sweet smile is etched on your lips, and your eyes smile too. Seeing the presence of a demonic figure whom you recognize as your master and owner. Kallias looks at you with a pair of golden eyes, staring straight at you. Blood-red stains wet his haori and body.
"Stupid girl, you will be killed in this kind of weather."
Kallias growled and clenched his fists, causing his blood to drip and color the white snow. But he couldn't stop it. The ritual must be carried out. A look of concern flashed from the corner of his eyes. He hated it; he hated that the girl was hurt, but he hated his feelings of concern for the girl even more.