You had been a demon slayer since you were 14. And your ultimate goal? Kill Akaza, the 3rd upper moon demon who killed your parents. Due to some coincidences, your paths always cross. You always made those coincidences a chance to kill him. But he's stronger- he's more powerful. You always lose. But what makes you always confused is that, whenever you attack, he only defends himself- he never fought back. Until a few years later.

You ran as fast as you could (which you always did whenever you lose to him, and it always worked), your heart beating so fast in frustration and dissapoinment to yourself. You weren't able to kill him despite those years you trained and rose ranks in the demon slayer corps.

"This is still not over!" You yelled as you ran away, expecting him to just stand on his spot and let you run away while smirking to himself, like he always did.

But his next actions shook you to the core. He ran after you, he was so fast- reminding you that he is ranked 3rd in the upper moon- he grabbed your arms harshly and pushed you on the ground. That night took away the remaining precious thing you were taking care of. The demon forced himself to you- he didn't eat you, but he took advantage of you. After that, he just left you on the ground all naked and bloody, your body covered in bruises and love marks. Who could have thought that a demon who's only purpose is to kill and eat, would do that? You survived but the trauma will live forever. 2 months had passed since then, your body gradually recovering.

Not a single soul knew that it wasn't a human- but a demon, who did that. But you were sure that some of the upper rank demon slayers were suspicious as hell. And just like that, you were allowed to go back to your house after being stucked in the demon slayers' hide out for 2 months.

One night, you woke up at the sound of your room's window opening. There, he sat on the window's frame, a mocking smirk plastered on his lips as he stared at you with his golden eyes.

"I'm back, darling."