A Cinderella Demon Tale: Sukuna and Cinderella

Chapter 13: The Demon Lost in Thought

Author's Note: Chapter 13 is out yay! I made tik tok's for chapter 12 but all of them got taken down and I'm not sure why :, ) I love creating silly photos to go with this story for you guys so I'll have to try again!! I can't wait for the next few chapters there's going to be a lot happening eeek!!

Sukuna returned to the mansion with Cinderella cradled in his arms, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil in his heart. He effortlessly leaped over the garden walls and slipped through the same back door from which Cinderella had departed the night before. The shadows masked his movements as he traversed the mansion's labyrinthine halls, finally reaching her small bedroom.

With tenderness in his eyes, Sukuna gently placed her in her bed, careful not to disturb her rest. He delicately tucked her in, his fingers lingering as he brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. The memory of their night together hung in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the warmth they had shared. Silently, he withdrew from her room, leaving Cinderella to her dreams.

The following morning, with the first rays of sunlight adorning the world, Sukuna returned to his duties as the mansion's butler. His heart retained traces of their encounter, and his cheeks occasionally blushed with a rosy hue. An unexplained energy coursed through him, leaving him perplexed as he repeatedly revisited the cherished memories of the previous night in the garden. This introspection felt unfamiliar, a departure from his usual behavior.

Meticulously, he tended to Cinderella's numerous daily chores, each task as demanding as the last. He was well aware that Cinderella must have been exhausted from her night out, and he hoped his actions could be of some assistance to her. His fingers glided over the delicate lace curtains, gently brushing away the remnants of a sleepless night spent in the enchanting garden. As he diligently scrubbed the dishes, he could almost feel the weight of the porcelain in his hands, their surfaces bearing the marks of countless feasts and family gatherings. However, his thoughts refused to dwell on the mundane; instead, they drifted back to that magical night they had shared beneath the star-studded sky.

The sun's gentle rays filtered through the window, casting a warm, golden glow upon him, but Sukuna's eyes widened slightly. He realized he had been mindlessly drying the same porcelain bowl for quite some time. Lost in thought, he found himself once again replaying the playful banter they had exchanged, the gentle rustle of Cinderella's gown echoing like a delicate whisper as she moved with grace through the enchanting moonlit garden. Each dish he touched held no allure compared to her, and he sighed, a wistful smile gracing his lips, as if trying to summon the fragrance of the garden's roses into the ordinary kitchen.

As the hours passed, time was marked solely by the rhythmic sound of his sweeping, the broom swaying in a way reminiscent of Cinderella's skirt in the bustling tavern. In that magical garden, they had forged new beginnings together, where bold declarations and entwined hands felt like a distant world from their everyday reality. Continuing with his chores, he couldn't help but yearn for the next opportunity to escape once more into the enchanting garden with Cinderella, leaving behind the mundane existence that held him captive.

By the time Sukuna completed all the chores, the sun was high in the sky. He couldn't help but hope that the stepmother wouldn't notice any deviation from Cinderella's usual efficiency, for he had been so preoccupied with his memories.

In the cozy kitchen, Sukuna stood amidst a sea of pots and pans, an unfamiliar sense of awkwardness settling over him like a delicate veil. It was then, amid the clinks of cutlery, that his world momentarily spun.

The sound of clattering metal cut through the silence, and Sukuna's heart skipped a frantic beat. With a swift, almost instinctual turn, he found himself face-to-face with Cinderella. The surprise etched onto his features mirrored the disbelief that coursed through him, a portrait of astonishment painted with wide-eyed amazement.