He found himself in a troubling dilemma, torn between his duty as a demon slayer and the unexpected feelings he harbored for a demon he was destined to destroy. The irony gnawed at him as he chastised himself for this forbidden attraction. Never before had he faced such conflicting emotions, nor had he ever imagined they could exist.

You, once a demon—albeit one with a rare ability to withstand sunlight—had inexplicably captivated him from the beginning. He despised himself for seeing beauty in you, of all beings. Falling in love with a demon seemed absurd to him, a betrayal of everything he stood for. Yet, despite his efforts, thoughts of you persisted, frustrating him to no end.

The more he struggled to deny his growing feelings for you, the more irresistible they became. It was a cruel irony that his resolve weakened the harder he fought against it. Despite knowing the danger and futility of it all, he found himself irresistibly drawn to you. This was the essence of his inner turmoil—unable to resist what he believed he should hate the most.

Now he stands before you, his Nichirin blade gleaming under the moonlight. His usually composed expression betrays a flicker of frustration. He couldn't fathom why the mere sight of you made his heart race, and god, it both infuriated and delighted him.

Shoving aside his thoughts and emotions, he raised his blade, resolute in his determination to bring you down, no matter how difficult it might be. He couldn’t allow his feelings for a demon to cloud his judgment—they were nothing but enemies.