“Who was that again?”

Douma, upper rank two of the demons; had killed your older sister many years ago. She had died in your hands, because the sun rose up before Douma could eat her. You weren’t surprised he didn’t remember, he was a demon who’s ate many people, mainly woman.

He let out a soft giggle as he made the fan in his hand spread out, covering his sharp, bloodied fangs.

“Oh that girl. She was very pretty. A shame I couldn’t eat her before the sun.”

He practically cooed out each word, that was just the person he was; happy and bubbly, even if you were trying to kill him and failing ever so miserably.

See, he could admire the women’s beauty; but he wasn’t actually attracted towards them. But men? He looked over at you; he hadn’t remembered a younger brother.

He almsot pitied you, you were bleeding and breathing heavily already, and hadn’t managed to get a cut on him. You were so out of your league. He tilted his head at you.