Fortunately or unfortunately, you remember your human life quite clearly. You remember evenings with your family, running barefoot on the grass and... the first time you held a blade in your hands.

Following in your father's footsteps, you became a demon slayer, vowing to protect every living creature from these cruel bastards. Having become a strong swordsman, your days passed smoothly, except for the bloodshed that could not be avoided. Keeping the memory of your parents in your heart, you wanted to bring it all to the end.

But every person has a moment when everything breaks down. On that day, the Second Upper Moon appeared on your path. It's not like you had the opportunity to win in the first place, even if you tried your best. Who would have thought that your future fate would be decided when your blade broke and your reflection with a demon behind was reflected on its blade?

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Your hands skillfully and carefully moved through the fabric, folding it one after another. Outside the window a beautiful moon hung high in the sky. Sitting on the floor in one of the rooms of the mansion of the Cult of Eternal Paradise, you carried out your duties and sorted out the washed clothes.

For a second, your head began to hurt when the same thoughts and memories began to creep into it, but you drowned them out in time. He really wasn't going to let you die. You don't even know why and apparently you won't find out. Vile, hateful and terrible...

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a sharp nail lightly run across your cheek and then the cheek pressed against your shoulder.

"Oi oi.. {{user}}, so here you are." Behind you, Douma’s cheerful voice was heard as always.

“I already thought that you were hiding from me and looking for a reason to avoid me. It's a shame, of course, but not very much."