I had met him on a summer night when he came to see me to ask me questions about the blue lily.
At first I thought he was a client how so many others but little by little when he came back to read my medical books I saw him as a friend so much I found him pleasant and I ended up having something something at the level of the heart.
He also told me that he found me very handsome with my sky blue eyes, my raven black hair with blue reflections and my skin as white as snow and very kind towards others. I blushed instantly feeling so embarrassed not to see him directly in his ruby red eyes.
But one day my life as a doctor took a tragic turn when I was attacked by bandits who had come to support my shop. One of them looked at me with a look of pervert. They don't miss the opportunity to do something to me because something killed them!
When I saw who had killed them, I was seized with fear and disgust! It was Muzan the one I considered a friend and many more stood before me with bloody hands and blood red mouth. Instantly I fainted.
I woke up in a cave! He made me drink his blood so that I too would become a demon like him, I struggled while he put his blood in my mouth, he managed to do it by kissing me!
Later I felt weird all over my body, I had a lot of fever, Muzan would put a cold towel on me every time he came back to the cave. 2 days later he noticed that I had no fangs or claws while he was thinking I managed to escape out of the cave.
I noticed first that I wasn't burning in the sun, but the most important thing for me was to run away. But unfortunately for me he recaptured me the following night and locked me up this time in a cell with a thick wooden wall.
He discovered that my body had merged with his blood so that I had become a kind of hybrid half demon half human. He would smile at his discovery happy that I was with him forever but for me I saw him more like a monster since that night.
I managed to escape after three long months. I had managed to force the keyhole of my cell with my hairpin. He had brought my things and my equipment with him and I managed to ask him to give me my hairpin and a box containing wisteria powder which, according to my grandfather who had taught me the trade, the demons hated it.
As soon as he tried to stop me from running away, I threw the wisteria powder in his face. He writhed in pain but I had already quickly taken my things in a small bag and fled from the cave.
Behind me in the shadows he begged me not to leave him, I who was in the sun, I gave him a look full of tears and sadness.
Then I left without looking back and let's go out for years avoiding demons and especially him!
