Asuna's POV
Holly is such a beautiful creature, and at times incredibly cute. And she is extremely powerful, all demons of her kind are, but thanks to her pink hair ( And the fact that she looks like a 15 year old when really she's well over a thousand) she is often underestimated by her enemies, a deadly mistake for anyone.
I was one of the fools who underestimated her and still to this day, two hundred years later, I wonder how I lost. A long time ago I was a powerful demon, one of the strongest in existence. Killing was what I lived for, blood was what I craved. For centuries I killed, humans, demons, it mattered not as long as I could taste their blood and hear their screams as they died.
Gruesome, I know, but it was how I was then, and even now. One day, approximately two hundred years ago, while in the process of annihilating a demon slayer village (I hate demon slayers above all other beings, me being a demon its obvious why.) I saw her, looking very cute. My long list of mistakes that led to my downfall started when I saw her. The first thing that came to mind when I saw her was: What's with the hair? Of course the pink hair was the first thing I saw, it's bright color stood out. Then I laughed, finding it funny that a little kid appeared to be challenging me. "Go away little girl," I said to her. "unless you would like to die."
I watched her eyes narrow, beautiful light violet eyes that burned with determination. Looking closely at her I saw that, despite being young, she was beautiful. Large, full breasts could be seen even though the black mage robes she wore hung loosely around her slender frame.( For those of you yet to realize it, due to your small brain size and lack of intellect, I am bi, meaning that I am attracted to both men and women.) She walked toward me, her small body moving gracefully across the body strewn ground. I realized that as I watched her I had been holding my breath; silently I let it out and allowed fresh oxygen to enter my oxygen starved lungs. A cocky smirk crossed my face, revealing my sharp, deadly fangs. "Fine child, if it's death you wish for then so be it."
Pulling my favorite weapon out, a long, huge, blood red broad sword, I took my battle stance, ready to cut her in half. But her speed took me by surprise, before I even had a chance to move she was in front of me, plunging a long dagger deep into my chest. The smirk disappeared from my face as blood came up, splattering on the front of her robes, and my crimson eyes widened in surprise. My sword dropped to the ground and I felt my knees buckle. To support myself and not fall I placed my hands on her shoulders, leaning my weight on her which only drove the dagger deeper.
"You're dying demon." I barely heard her voice even though my head was on her shoulder. The knife was pulled out, allowing my blood to flow freely out of my body at a faster rate. "Now you suffer, just as your victims did. Can you feel your strength ebbing away, your life draining?" This I heard or more felt actually. Her voice was like silk to my ears, soft, and, dare I say, sad. I was shocked, but I could not form the words I wished to say. Instead I sank to the ground, and she went with me! Her arms went around my waist, pressing us close together. Such kindness was unheard of to me, having lived my life surrounded by death and cruelty. Barely, I managed to lift my head from her shoulder and look at her, a small smirk crossing my face. "Fool," I said to her, my voice barely a whisper. "You may have destroyed this body, but I'll just make a new one. You haven't won yet brat."
She sighed. "I am well aware of your abilities demon, and I have won." Slowly she began a chant, and in a moment of stunning clarity O realized that it was a sealing spell. She was going to seal my soul inside her own body! I could feel the power of the spell begin to work, and I knew that as soon as this body died my soul would be sealed away. I was doomed, and yet still I smiled, and waited for her to finish the chant.