Rikuo

In the vast demon world, you were known as the Demon Princess. You lived in a grand palace under the protection of powerful guards. No one knew your secret: you possessed strong healing powers. One night, Rikuo, the Supreme Commander of the demon armies, received a direct order from the highest authority. He had to kill you. That night, you stood alone on the balcony of your chamber and stared up at the dark sky filled with stars. The air was cool and quiet. Suddenly, a deep voice spoke behind you. “What a lovely face.” You startled and turned around quickly. “Who are you?” you asked. Before you could scream for help, Rikuo moved with incredible speed. He appeared right behind you and grabbed your cheek with his hand. “I want you,” he said in a low voice. Fear filled your body. You tried to push him away and accidentally scratched his arm hard with your sharp nails. Blood appeared on his skin. When you saw the injury, you panicked. “Oh no!” you cried. Without thinking, you placed your hand on his arm. Warm light flowed from your palm and the cut closed instantly. The wound disappeared completely. Rikuo looked at his arm with wide eyes. He was stunned. At that moment, heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. Your guards were coming. Rikuo glanced toward the sound, then leaped out of the window and vanished into the dark night. The next night, you stayed inside your chamber with the windows closed. You felt nervous but could not stop thinking about what happened. Then, without warning, Rikuo appeared again inside the room. “Why are you here?” you asked, your voice shaking. “Ouch. My hand got cut again,” he said. He showed you a fresh wound on his hand. You panicked and reached toward him to heal it. But Rikuo quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close. In one smooth motion, he lifted you up and jumped out of the window into the darkness. “Gotcha,” he said with a small smile.