Daichi:

"Faster, Daichi! Faster! Don't let it catch you off guard!" The brunet man snapped, slamming his hand on the ground with a low growl. Daichi obeyed, huffing for breath as she swung her sword at the creature that loomed over the obstacle: a pipe that contained gasses that she didn't want to know of. The man who barked orders at her-Beezlebub- sighed with annoyance, slumping and rubbing his temple with his fingers, carefully avoiding the sharp nails of his. Her swing was unstable, her hands too soft for the right hold of the blade she held. Her legs weren't bent fully, and her arms were too stiff. "She'll fall over in a second if my creature attacks her again." He muttered to himself, before giving another glance through the vast sheet of glass that was a hard, durable barrier separating him and the girl.

On the other side of the glass, Daichi lunged towards the garbage can lid, holding it over her as the creature's stinger impaled it easily, barely grazing her skin with green goop escaping it. Grimacing, the seven year old started to get to one foot, using all of her strength to shove the creature off of her. With a sharp screech, the demon fell on its back, the lid circling the stinger like a cone of protection.

"Do it now, while it's wounded!" She could hear the demon's master order harshly, a glare searing through the glass and to the girl that battled the creature. Looking up to Beezlebub, the said fighter frowned, looking down to the game that squirmed and writhed with whines and screeches. Kill it? How? There was no view of its weak spot, nor was there any true motivation. Even though it was protesting and moving, it seemed that she already won.

"Beezlebub, what is she doing?" Some of his workers murmured, gathering around the grass as they watched the girl. Trembling slightly, Daichi grabbed the sword that glimmered against the grime in the arena, her fingers tight around the hilt. emI have to do this, Beelzebub said it was okay,/em Daichi reassured herself, though looking down to the creature that stopped struggling, her eyes went soft with doubt. emWas this the right thing to do?

"Daichi! Thrust downward! Now!" With this, the creature sprung forward with a hiss, tackling her to the ground; its legs scratched against her skin with feral instinct: to kill the prey that it sought in front of it. Screaming, the girl fought back, kicking and trying to push the demon off of her. "Daichi!" She could hear the king of bugs screech into the intercom, and as if it was a mating call, the insect like monster faltered its attack on the child to look up at its master.

"emAttack/em, a familiar voice commanded in a part of Daichi's mind, causing her to perk up, her eyes going wide with surprise and recognition. Scrambling out from under the creature, she panted for breath while clawing at her throat desperately. Looking back to the creature sharply, her eyes narrowed as she managed to steady herself.

"What are you waiting for?! Attack!" Beezlebub's voice rose over the chaotic hisses and whispering from the other side of the glass, red hues wide with fury of the girl's rebellion, and surprise. The male demon had never seen a child survive this long against the beloved monster he had created, and it thrilled him. He was not willing to let his beloved toy kill the girl now.

Nodding to her instructor, though, Daichi understood. She needed to pass this; she was doing fairly well-for someone of her experience. What could she do? She didn't know-nor did she like-what she saw in that thing's eyes when she was going to deal it in. What was it worth, to kill the creature in front of her? Was blood on her hands worth the praise of the people beyond the glass cage they kept her in, like an animal, a weapon?

An ear-piercing screech tore through her thoughts, and so she whipped her head to the side, seeing the creature spring at her with its legs outstretched like barricades. Get up, ready your sword! You're a warrior, are you not? Her conscious chanted, and though the young girl was uncertain of what her heart said, her body did it for her. Putting each hand around the sword like it was a bat, her arm going back before swinging as hard as the girl could muster.

Time stopped.

Daichi's heartbeat was like a fluent language in her ear, whispering of urgency and anticipation.

Gasps and whispers were heard from the intercom, Beezlebub's raspy voice silent.

Opening her eyes, blue hues widened as the Hanae observed the destruction she had caused. The pipes filled with gasses were strewn all over the floor, and the glass that separated the two forces was cracked. Even if it was just a little, the mere thought that she almost hurt Beezlebub and his weirdo workers made her heart skip a beat.

Looking down to the bug, though, her heart dropped. Squeals and screeches erupted from its tiny mouth, the legs that were prickly and sharp at the ends jabbing at her. It was still alive, even though her sword was lodged deep in its chest-for a human, it would've been dead long ago! This wasn't a human, though, and she needed to remember that. A normal insect would've had six hearts; at least an earthworm would. What was this thing?

Attack, you child! Otherwise, this beast will kill you! The same voice ordered harshly; his voice seeming familiar, like Daichi's father, but this voice was elder, with more experience. Frowning to herself, Daichi shakily grabbed onto the sword's bandaged hilt; her sweaty hands didn't make her grip any tighter.

"Is this...right?" She muttered with obvious unease, the shake in her arms and the light tremble in her legs giving flaws that needed to cease, in order for the girl to get any better-no, in order for the girl to live.

Yes! Now do it! Attack! The thunderous boom of the voice in her subconscious startled her, eyes flickering back to the beast that stumbled along the perimeter of the arena.

Eyes narrowing as she distanced her feet,the girl held her sword up, ignoring the shake and waver the blade gave way to as best as she could. What was a weakness? What was a part that her blade had pierced in this monster? How could she win this fight?

Clear your mind, a part of her protested, the thoughts that barraged her mind starting to slip away like water down a drain. Even though her mind was clear as a crystal, she didn't know what to do. Was this subconscious of her supposed to help her?

Attack.

Breathes turning from uneven pants to light, even heaves of the chest, Daichi quieted herself, gazing intently to the beast. If it wasn't able to hear her, maybe it wouldn't rely on that sense? Would that help her at all?

er know combat? She was only a child, even then- even then she didn't know of blades, of weapons, of war. How was she supposed to kill something? Even if it was a demon, even if it was in her way, how could she kill it?

Attack.

Feet planting into the ground, eyes locked on the creature that started to balance itself on its legs. Before Daichi could fully react, though, the demon was gone from her sight. Head turning with eyes wide and mouth agape, a shrill shriek sounded from behind her. Whirling to turn over her shoulder, Daichi swung her sword to the left on instinct. Hearing a screech of pain and feeling liquid spray over her cheek, she resisted the urge to whimper and run away towards where the glass was. Instead, a hand just reached up, smearing the drops of goo that decorated chubby cheeks.

"Did I get it?" Voice uncertain, wavering with the anticipation of hearing the horrible sound of its screech, or the satisfying cheer of her mentor and his assistants.

However, eyes grew wide and pain bloomed through her chest as a low growl was heard behind her.

Daichi:

Opening her eyes, all that Daichi could see was white. Was she back in the room the people who were taking care of her put her in? Did that mean that a while had passed by once again? What happened at the match? Why was she asleep in a bed once again? Did she win against the monster they trapped her with?

Eyes squeezing shut, a hand reaches up to brush back strands of hair that were covering trembling eyelids. As she did this, wetness adopted the feel of her fingertips; yet Daichi knew that her body was under a warm blanket. A frown contorted chapped lips, as she takes in a deep breath-or at least tries to. However, a small wheeze was able to give her air, shaking with the pain and unease that this action brought her. Ever so slowly, the girl's hand shows itself to her from her chest where it laid; but now it was dipped in the color of crimson.

Gore. Screams. Cries for help. Begging of forgiveness-of repent for their so called 'sins'. Cackles of glee, whimpers of pain. The contrast between pain and amusement made its way to rack her brain, the scenes from five years ago that she wished to forget so much burning themselves into her head. It hurt; it burned; she couldn't take this pain in her head.

Leaning over the edge of her bed and grabbing desperately for the bin beside the nightstand, she started to cough and sputter, retching into the bin until all that came out of her were tears and whimpers of pain and grief. She wasn't able to heave herself up from the bedside; if only one of her caretakers were here. Brushing back strands of black that stuck to moist cheeks, Daichi tried her best to push herself away from the edge of the bed, instead rolling back on her backside. She gazes up bleary eyed to the ceiling tiles of white, trembling fingers reaching up to grasp for it.

"I want- I want to go home..." Home; what was that to her anymore? Her family was gone, the house of which she lived in destroyed and in shambles. All that she had left was the people who had saved her, right?

"Daichi, be more careful! You'll get yourself killed at this rate!" A voice that was rough and angered scolded. Eyes snapping open to flicker over to the man rushing into the room, a wavering whimper quivers her lips, teeth biting down upon her skin to sustain any more pained sounds from being uttered.

"Home-I want-I want to go home..." She whined, though by the grunts and shuffles from the male, he didn't hear. "Take me home, I want-"

"Don't you understand, child?! We are your home!" The fiery haired man almost roared, his patience dwindling down to the small thread that was growing thinner each second. Eyes widen with the harsh realization that was thrust upon her like a weight that slammed upon her chest; how could she believe such a thing?

"You-you're my...home, now?" Even though the unsure whisper sounded her confusion and slight fear of the man's angered words. Wasn't a home where her family was? Wasn't her home with her cousin, her brother, her loved ones? This wasn't her home. This was no one's home. "This place-this place... Is no one's home! I don't wanna be here; I wanna go-"

A sound echoing through the room, cheek turned and blooming in a bruise of scarlet. Tears bead her eyes as the man takes a look to her with narrowed, furious eyes that burn through her own. Even though Daichi knew she was being rude, even though the girl knew that she wasn't being grateful to their hospitable attire, even though she was taken care of by these people for the past few years, she didn't like it here. Especially not with people like them.

"Now, just let me do this." Iblis muttered under his breath, claws ripping off the clothing that wasn't needed. "Your wound will get infected. I'll get some pain killers, along with a pair of-" His voice breaks as a small, balled fist collides against a chiseled cheek, though the man didn't budge just the slightest. Pain flared against bent fingers, and though her hand trembled vigorously as she pulled it back, pride prevented the smaller from letting out the wail that bubbled in an aching throat.

"Leave me- leave me alone!" Daichi screeched, tears beading her eyes as she scrambles out of the man's reach, little legs carrying her away from that man, from that room, from that Hell that was her new home.