◆A Demon's Love◆【Doukoto】

〆♡ＰＲＯＬＯＧＵＥ♡〆

Kotoha cried while running without destiny. "Inosuke, my love, he's gonna hear us if you keep crying. Shush, everything will be fine as long as you're with mommy." She tried to comfort her child.

This was probably the only chance they'd get to escape that horrid place. Kotoha's husband was searching for them, that's for sure. And if he finds them...she doesn't even want to think about it.

Her feet hurt and she was freezing. Before leaving she tried to cover Inosuke as much as possible. Even if it meant that she herself would freeze.

Please, someone, anyone , help!

☁︎༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ☁︎

Douma was on his way back to his temple. He went to town, looking for lost souls willing to give their lives to him.

He had a lot of followers already, but he couldn't eat them all.

The moment he found a woman stupid enough to trust him, he made her follow him to a secluded space, where no one could hear her scream. Not that it mattered, he could just absorb her, but his teeth were aching to munch on something, and she seemed like the perfect option.

After he cleaned the mess and assured no one saw him, he went back to his temple.

The closer he got, the stronger the smell of blood got.

It seemed like he arrived just in time.

A young woman, not older than twenty, collapsed in the snow with her child protected in her arms.

Well, an extra meal never hurts anybody, right? But he's curious to see how she is without all those wounds in her face. He liked to play with his food after all.

☁︎༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ☁︎

He carried the woman back to his temple, where his followers attended them immediately. "Lord Douma, who is this woman?" One of his newest followers asked him. "I'd like to know too. I found her in the woods. Take care of her and call me when she wakes up." He said.

He left the woman in his servant's hands and went to his room. He didn't smell fatal injuries and the blood was already dry, so there wasn't a reason he had to stay.

After they cleaned the blood and disinfected the wounds, they put the young woman in a room close to the others. In case she woke up scared and confused, they'd be there to help her. And if things went out of control, they could call Lord Douma to help them.

☁︎༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ༎ຶོ☁︎