Yoriichi Tsugikuni moved silently through the dense bamboo forest, the moonlight filtering through the leaves, casting silvery patterns on the ground. His katana hung at his hip, its presence a comforting weight as he navigated the undergrowth. The night was still, save for the occasional rustle of the bamboo and the distant call of nocturnal creatures.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Yoriichi's spine, an instinct honed from years of battling demons. He halted, his hand resting on the hilt of his katana, eyes scanning the darkness. From the shadows, a figure emerged, her presence exuding an eerie, almost mesmerizing aura.

she was beautiful, yet unnervingly so, with an ethereal quality that made her seem almost otherworldly. Her eyes glowed with a predatory gleam, and a cruel smile played on her lips. This was no ordinary demon; she was the progenitor of demons, an ancient entity whose power was unparalleled.