The demon child awoke from another long night of dreaming. Most of her dreams involved freeing her father, Aku, from the desolated island he was trapped on. She sent Jomei into the future in hopes of being able to find him, but every time she ventured out onto the vast Japanese sea to the desolated island he was trapped on, the young samurai princess would be in pursuit to stop her. It was as if time was repeating itself in this strange future that once was ruled by her relative. Akuhei had never spoke of her father to anyone, with only a few people even knowing he existed.

Akuhei opened her pitch black eyes and looked around her bedroom, which was covered in crystal flames. She scowled thinking about what was to come of this day, since lately she had been criticized for losing to the samurai princess Jomei. The citizens of "her world" either despised or respected her, either feared or loved her, and to her dismay even had an unconditional love for her. Akuhei shook off her worries, giving a slightly annoyed grin she climbed out of her bed, stretched her legs, and then shape-shifted into her default form, hiding her legs as they turned into a trail of shadowy darkness. She ambled toward the door, which seemed to be at least twenty-five feet away. In fact, the whole room together was probably big enough to fit one-hundred and sixty people in all. It was lined in flames as the rest of the castle, and its entrance was blocked off in a large hall in the Pit Of Hate, from even her most trusted employees to enter without her permission. As Akuhei approached the door she sighed. She looked at her reflection in one of the glistening flames, her hair was flipped up like a raging fire, and the makeup she had worn the day before was running down her cheeks, which looked a slightly paler green than usual. Her wild flaming eyebrows had burnt out sometime that night making her look like she had no expression, and her white nose was covered in powder from her makeup. She just glared at herself annoyingly and walked down the hall, where she entered a smaller tavern. There sat a large chair made up of crystallized flames, and a vanity also made up with the usual fire pattern. Akuhei stretched out, her limbs cracking like a tree, and sat down in the chair. She looked in the mirror, still looking annoyed at her appearance.

"Ugh, what did I do last night?" Akuhei said looking at herself in disgust. She looked around the room frantically.

(No reference intended.. Is that a thing? Sorry I make no sense, Imma YouTuber)

Akuhei sat up tall in her chair. She reached for her vanity struggling to grab her hair brush as she kept peering at herself tiredly. She finally managed to pick up the brush, stroking it through her long fiery red hair. Akuhei's hair was long, and it flipped up like a raging flame. She mainly wore it in a half braid with it ending in a slick ponytail, similar to how her father, Aku's, long red beard would end. Other times Akuhei would tie her hair into a a messy Japanese styled braid to keep it clean.

Once her hair was combed almost completely straight, other than a few strands flipping up at the ends, she began to braid it into a one messy fish-tale braid. She then tied a strand of hair around it tightly, letting the rest of her wild red hair flip up naturally. Akuhei looked at the orange makeup running down her cheeks. Her eyebrows were but a mere red line, from which was usually two flickering flames lighting her way. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes her eyebrows a lit, lighting up the room with the flames reflecting on the crystal walls. She reached for a makeup wipe, which was sitting on the surface of the vanity. She wiped off the orange eyeliner running down her cheeks, and then re-applied it to her eyes. She sat there for a second before picking up a intercom sitting on her vanity and speaking into it.

"Tell the bartenders to bring me a large espresso, I am going to need it, I'm tired today.." she said slumping down into the chair. The man behind the intercom replied,

"Yes mastress, it will be delivered to you as soon as possible." he said.

(Ok look mastress is a word, I didn't say mattress, K? Look it up plz!)

Akuhei again ambled out of the room, and teleported to where her private kitchen was. It was definitely going to be another long day, and all because of Jomei...

Hope you liked chapter one! Chapter two will be here asap! Stay tuned!

-Pure