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『 ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ꜰᴏᴜʀ 』
SHE HAD RED EYES. Ones that Represented rubies. Snowy white hair that almost shined silver, And two sinuous horns protruding out Of her head. Sharp nails that dug into the chest of others, To gouge out the hearts of the innocent. A wicked grin dancing upon her face, As she manically laughs at the deads lying in place.
"Do you feel no remorse, demoness?", A man that's bleeding out questions. "Why should I, when humanity's Been killing each other since the beginning Of times?"
And with that answer, the man Simply dies, for he found no fault in the truth. Disinterested, the demon walks away, Only to be ambushed in midday.
"Who are you? How dare you Wound me!", she raged. "And seriously, your white hair Makes you look aged".
"What a sharp tongue you possess, Little one. Don't you know? I am everyone's Sun".
"So you're the infamous angel, The one who's name is gojō".
"Indeed I am. Why hello", He cockily greeted.
The demoness clicked her tongue, Disgusted by the problem before her. If it weren't for the white-haired man, She would've already ran.
"Don't mess with me. I will Call my brothers. So if you attack me again, They'll leave you seeing colors".
Though gojō did not heed to her Warning, for he believed that he was the best. Meanwhile the woman had bit her lip, Thoroughly distressed. She was strong; she was skilled. But the angel before her gave her chills.
"This is your last deterrent. Leave or die". "I think I'll be fine, though I'm worried You won't be. I can see it in your eye; you're About to cry".
Gritting her teeth in fury, She suddenly laughed, pointing behind the man. Gojō hummed with curiosity, turning around, As the demon had dashed.
Catching up with her was no issue; He used his Hollow Purple. A great force that had erased all matter in his near vicinity. She had to hirple, As Gojō was about to display his infinity.
"CURSE YOU!", she yelled, as she Prayed that her brothers and father were near. And lucky for her, they were, For they hastily arrived to save her rear.
"Jisuku, you disappoint me. How will you ever become the queen to-be?"
Jisuku, the name of the devil, The name bestowed upon the woman who Is the third child of the King. Ryōmen Sukuna was first, Mahito places second. And Kenjaku, their Father, was a ruler to be reckoned With.
