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THE SMELL OF IRON LINGERED, filling the still atmosphere with its scent— a stench so strong that it left a metallic taste in the mouth of its beholders. There were three present in the room, if one counted the pink-eyed demon who sat silently in passive waiting.
The Progenitor, Muzan Kibutsuji, stood furiously before another crouched figure. Her limbs were sliced, her hair a disheveled mess, and her eyes void of emotion. Blood seeped from her wounds, staining the wooden planks crimson.
"Asuna," he growled angrily, eyeing her figure with his dilating, piercing scarlet eyes.
Said woman did not flinch under his glare, nor did she cave to his commands. She stayed silent, her mind absolutely blank as she allowed her father to abuse her as he wished.
How did the demoness get herself into this situation in the first place?
It was simple. Perhaps another human managed to tug at a heartstring from her blackened and seemingly nonexistent heart.
So she took the fall for it.
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A few hours earlier...
"Rengoku-san!" the burgundy haired boy shouted, "I believe there's another demon on board!!"
"I'm afraid I must agree with you," the flame hashira shouted loudly, "You figured out who it is, haven't you, young Kamado?"
Tanjiro looked at him with a surprised gaze, "So you knew all along!?"
"Yes!" Kyojuro smiled at him, feeling a bitterness coat his tongue as he said these words, "Her name is Asuna! She is said to be the Princess of the Demons!"
"P-princess?!"
"We must capture her— alive," the male explained, emphasizing the last bit, "Can you do that?"
"I-I'll try my best!" the boy affirmed hastily, quickly running back to save the other passengers.
"That's a good kid," Kyojuro laughed to himself as he too ran in the opposite direction to save the passengers.
All the while, the white-haired woman listened to their conversation in the trailer cart that was swinging vehemently from the derailed train. As commotion ensued around her, she sat very still and contemplated some.
Babysitting Enmu, as she viewed the situation, was nay more than child's play. He was making quite the ruckus— attracting a Hashira, playing with his food, and controlling humans. Nothing particularly spectacular in that.
