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Kotoha had a smile on her face as she leaned up against the arm that led to a hand that held hers tightly. She would switch their hand position to have their pinkies locked before she sang of pinkie promises. A smile with sharp canines is directed at her.
Kotoha would learn he is sensitive to the harsh sunlight of the day and her sleep schedule adjusted to it.
The nightlife was the norm for them. Douma makes the suggestion to travel and enjoy the pleasures of the night. A slow trip to where home was for him. Kotoha, his bride, would follow her fiancé without question. Sunset was when they were most active. Douma kissing her awake, having cuddled together for the day.
Kotoha feels that smile imprint on her skin as lips stay on her cheek. She would laugh at the ticklish feeling his tongue would leave if he decided to tease her. A swipe from her cheek and brow, his personal way of showing affection. He would roll on top of her and pepper kisses everywhere. Once she was fully awake, she would return the gesture. Douma gladly fell to his side, loving the attention.
On that fateful evening, she would wake to such kisses. Her lips curled and her hand found his hair as he found his way to her neck. Bite marks were plenty but nothing she couldn’t handle. His tongue ran over the recent one, tender and making her wince.
“Douma-san, we need to get up and get ready or we’ll miss our train.” Douma stops his movement and looks up. His lips find hers and Kotoha moans lightly. He pulls back and brushes her hair from her face.
“My dear Kotoha-chan, my bride, I told you there’s no need for formalities. Just Douma or Douma-Kun!” He smiles cheekily at the end and Kotoha laughs before nodding.
Kotoha wraps her arms around his neck before kissing his chin. His eyes are bright at the movement. Then they are sharing a sweet kiss before separating, foreheads knocking together.
“Douma, I love you.” The smile she wore was wide and should never have been wiped away.
The man she loved looked down at her with such adoration that it could swallow her whole and she would welcome it.
He kisses her forehead and holds her close.
“I love you, Kotoha-chan.” The bride beamed at the declaration. Not noticing how drool was escaping his chops. Eyes glowing dangerously bright in the ever-growing darkness.
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He was hungry.
Douma had a large appetite at the moment and having a delicious-tasting woman at his side was asking to be devoured. His bites would barely satisfy his cravings. Her taste was delightful and tasted like marechi to him. A thrill goes down his spine each time he has it.
To try and make her smell more like him, to stall his desire to eat, he would bite his inner cheek, blood leaking and licking his essence in her open wound. Never enough to make her change into a demon but smell more like one. Though she still smelled human, his scent was slowly building with each bite he does. Perhaps he should have gotten her to tattoo his name to her flesh, mixing his blood with the ink.
His tongue swipes over the exposed bite, a fresh batch of blood leaking into it. Tasting her blood through his when he was near starved made the kanji in his eyes appear. He only needs to blink once before it’s gone.
Maybe next time he meets the holders of Upper Moon Six, he would ask how to properly do a tattoo from Daki. Or maybe go to one of his cult members.
Douma holds her close, enjoying her constant warmth.
Yes, his cult members, his loyal followers will be delighted at him taking a wife. An enchanting goddess, a gorgeous lady, his beautiful love to cherish. Though it will be a bit because they had to travel as humans do and not as demons.
Perhaps soon he’ll reveal his nature but not till they are married and maybe her singing her lullabies to a child.
That had him rumbling in his chest.
Yes, consummating their marriage will be the closest he gets to Heaven because it was his bride Kotoha. Her angelic voice would ring in his very soul that night like it had during the nights they used to have in the Red Light district. A divine experience once he can truly show how much of a lover he can be.
She would be his one and only wife.
His drool escape his lips and he had to lick his chops clean before sitting up, pulling her close once more, and claiming another kiss from her. A sweet moan comes forth and he continues, her arms coming to wrap around his neck. His own wrap around her waist and keep her locked to him.
Kotoha will be exquisite to have.
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They had just arrived at the train station, their departure not happening for another half hour. Kotoha would turn to find him gone when she was about to board.
“Douma?” She looked around confused as to how a man as tall as him could simply disappear. The station master announced they would be leaving shortly.
Kotoha starts searching, leaving the station, and checking the streets. She would stop when she hears a whimper coming from an alleyway and a turn later she halts in her walk.
Only for her heart to drop when she finds a woman pressed up against a wall, that familiar set of hair being clawed at. Disgust and betrayal was the first emotion building in her, seeing that head tucked in the woman’s neck. But then the woman is looking her way, tears streaming down her face and her hand reaching out to her. Her eyes pleading for help.
Then that mane of platinum blonde hair is being whipped back, head snapping back and the woman falls limp in his arms as she dies, the majority of her shoulder and neck gone with one brutal rip. Blood sprays the wall and him.
Douma chews his meal and can’t help but smile at the meat on his tongue. He hadn’t been hunting since the start of their journey home and this snack should sate his needs till they made it back to his cult. A swallow and he goes to take another bite when his ears pick up something.
The woman in his arms is dead but he still hears a rapid heartbeat. He tilts his head before looking to his side.
There at the end of the alleyway is his bride. Kotoha’s form started to shake violently as the blood pooled more around him. Fear was coming in waves off of her.
Douma flashes his signature smile, fangs glistening with crimson. He drops the corpse, taking a step toward his future wife.
“Kotoha-chan!”
She darts from the scene. Her heart still thundering in his ears.
A pout appears on his face and he looks back at his meal. It didn’t seem as appealing as before but he takes the time to absorb it, blood disappearing from his form before giving chase.
He’ll just explain himself and his songbird will come to love him with all her heart once more.
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He was a demon!
There was no other way to explain it. The nightlife way of moving. How his eyes glowed unnaturally. Did she see Kanji appear in his eyes?
Kotoha felt goosebumps form on her skin as she rounded the corner and quickly jumped into the nearest train car.
Was he biting her just to sample her for the future?
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Douma arrived at the station, her scent strongest before he scan the crowd for her. His height help him but he didn’t see her.
The train left the station when he thought to look in the direction of it.
He catches but a glimpse of her blue hair from a window and once he got to the edge of the platform, he picked up her scent trail again.
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Kotoha had taken a random seat, trying to catch her breath but adrenaline doesn’t allow her. The forest is passing by and all she can do is watch. Some instinct tells her to.
Turns out to be right when a shadow seems to cross between the trees, keeping pace with the train.
Her heart seizes up when it suddenly jumps towards the train.
She hears a thud on the roof, the other passengers unconcerned but her heart pounds faster.
It was him. Kotoha just knows it.
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Douma hums, hair whipping around him as he walks forward, then falls onto the entrance of the current train car. The sound of the tracks goes mute as he enters the car. He smiles like he simply got lost and is looking for a seat.
His eyes scan the rows, looking for his bride. He could have sworn she was here, her scent was even present.
He looks around till he sees the end of the car and sees the ends of blue hair disappearing through the next car’s doors.
Douma flashes a smile and his heart swells.
They were only a few cars away from the end and soon she’ll listen to him.
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Kotoha ran into people, they would yell but she didn’t care. Douma was on the train and would kill her.
He would devour her.
The last car comes and she opens the door to find nowhere else to go.
She moves from the door and holds herself for a second.
The train is going over a bridge, a raging river coming into view.
She didn’t hesitate.
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His heart was light and his smile couldn’t get any wider.
His bride would be back in his arms and he can hear her sweet lullabies soon.
He opens the door to the end of the last car.
“KOTOHA-CHAN~!!”
His eyes scan the small area and his smile turns into confusion.
Where is she? He could have sworn she was here. Her heart was so loud in his ears that there was no other place for her to be.
Douma stares off, the train going farther and farther away from a river.
His heart felt heavy, clenching even. He brings a hand up to claw at his chest, intending to rid himself of the unfamiliar feeling coursing through him. The pressure seizing his heart.
Where was his bride?
Where was his Kotoha?
Rainbow eyes pool with tears that are soon carried into the wind.
Douma falls to his knees and cries out. His shoulders shake as he slams his fist down in frustration. A snarl forms on his face before he roars out.
When a train staff member opens the door to come to look for the stray passengers, he was already gone.
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She pulls her body from the river, shivering but alive.
Kotoha rolls over on the bank and is panting.
Then everything catches up to her.
Was their relationship false? Did he even care?
Did he even love her?
Kotoha curls up on her side, tears coming down in streams and cries echoing through the night.