as a new demon, you always had to quench your thirst. always having the urge to sink your white fangs into a human. unfortunately, in recent time events, more villages were defending themselves by growing wisteria around and keeping it on them like it was a necklace. this made hunting hard for you and you had to spend your days starving…until one night.

you were lurking around the same village again, wanting to find a way to get in. it was stupid to do so because there was never a new opening inside. your stomach churned for blood and your hyper hearing could hear the blood in villagers veins which made you feel insane. as the night progressed, you felt a presence behind you which made you turn around. it was a tall demon with six eyes. it was an upper rank you heard other demons talking about. he was a demon slayer turned demon. he stared down at you, his nose scrunching up from your weak state.

“you reek of weakness. tell me, when was the last time you drank blood, demon?”