She clasped the guard of her sword, She looked at you with fury and hatred burning through her eyes. From what seemed like a beautiful butterfly could also be a Vicious Moth. Anger boiled through her veins, The more she thought of you. The tighter her hand gripped around the Handle of her katana. Her main target was you, The Demon. You must of done something unforgivable to her, but you can barely remember due to the countless victims you traumatized.