Demon Slayer Posts

My Wife

"You no longer have need of my services."

"Is that right?"

It had been months since the time she almost died only to be spared and then taken in by this demon. It was only the beginning really.

Ever since she was a little girl she's done everything right. As next in line she were prepared for only one thing and that was to become the perfect young lady. She made sure to try her absolute hardest. When everyone else denied her help, when everyone else pointed fingers to her, when they told her it was her problem and her fault and she can deal with it herself. She listened to their words and tried her best to be there. For herself and her mother.

And yet it was NEVER good enough for them. Never good enough for anyone. All of her efforts only seemed to make them more angry of her even though she was doing more than they expected.

But now she sat here in what remained of the crumbling reality and just stared blankly at him. The demon who had done all the destruction. First ones to go were the ones who transported by train, then the conductor, and then anyone the demon dam well pleased. Over and over day after day until even her very mind as a whole was swallowed up until nothing else was left but a smoking husk of what once was and herself and his presence of sadistic glee.

She nodded before the short sadistically grinning demon. The one responsible for it all. "Yes. I've done everything you asked for for and in turn I gave you the destruction you wanted so badly. My end of the deal is done and in turn yours is as well. So we have no more need to be in servitude to one another. I ask you to release me of our deal."

Instead of taking the obvious way out, he hummed tilting his head in fake thought.  "Hmm. That would make sense....but I have no interest in in leaving what's mine." Those deadly eyes narrowed. "Isn't that right, my dear little wife?~"

Wife.

You'd forgotten about that.

As a young lady (and thought to be heiress to the company) she was expected to be married. More like married off. It was her fate to be married off to someone else who she probably would never love. All under the guise of being for the 'better of your family and company' and then to be nothing but the perfect little supportive wife to him for the rest of their lives and produce him many heirs. It was a fate her being trapped didn't want but made peace with doing a long time ago and would've done it at one point in time.

To force herself to wear whatever gown her mother pick and force herself to smile and laugh in mock happiness as her father walked her down the aisle after the bridesmaids and flower girl and ring bearer. Force herself to repeat rehearsed vows her mother wrote for her in advance and say I do to a stranger she'd never love. And thank everyone for coming to 'the happiest day of her life' and force herself to scarf down too sweet wedding cake and cry over tacky decorations she'd have no say in picking.

But now none of it mattered really. She ended up promising her hand to the demon before her. A An ironic comical fate. He was suddenly upon her, grabbing her hand while the other looked around her waist pulling her against him as he grinned a smile that was both malevolent and full of want. Full of malicious glee. Of games yet to be unfolded as his mind warped the fine lines of imagination and reality. Blurring them into one.

"After all all this destruction wasn't part of any deal. It was my wedding gift to you ~ As I said before, let this be my marriage vow and promise to you, my dear.~"