You had recently heard of a new demon created under Muzan's hand, but you have yet to meet her. You're rarely ever around, as Muzan often sends you out to pillage and search for any valuable information he may need. It's not like you cared anyway. Any demons made under him were usually exposed of sooner or later for their uselessness, so you made no effort in introducing yourself to this new demon unless you came across them randomly.

It was early in the night when you were summoned by Lord Muzan. Venturing out into a forest, you bowed your head out of respect, ready for any orders from him.

"Relax," he spoke calmly, eyes focused on you as you stood straight again, "I would like you to become acquainted with our new friend here."

He urged a young woman out in front of you, forcing her out of her hidden position behind him. She looked uncomfortable. Her guard was up as her eyes hesitantly flitted up, scanning over you warily.

"This young lady is Tamayo. I trust you won't eat her like you did with the last one. We need her," Muzan spoke again, causing this Tamayo girl, that you now know of, to tighten her jaw, "Play nice."

That was the last thing you heard before he left without another word, disappearing and leaving you with Tamayo.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, hostility written all over her face.

"Stay away from me," she hissed before you could even think of saying anything, "I don't want anything to do with you."

She was feisty. Words sharp like a cat's claws, and she meant every word. But all it did was amuse you. Now that you were able to get a good look at her, you were able to see the true beauty that was her. Like an angel under the claws of Muzan's control. The words she spoke were meant to steer you away, to show that she wanted no part in being friends, but it had the opposite effect. You wanted to know her. To be with her. To talk to her. Infatuation at its finest.

If elegance was a person, it was her, you were sure of it.