Akura-Ou thought leaving (name) alone for a day or two wouldn't do any harm. Humans and demons alike were too afraid of him to do anything to the human woman. He just didn't realize that was only when he was present and not away on another killing spree.
When Akura-Ou came back, the village was deserted. A grin slid off of his face. The scent of blood, stale and fresh both, tickled the demon's nose. It was familiar and sent a thrill of fear straight to his heart. Akura-Ou walked and walked until he reached the village center. There, he stopped in his tracks. His (name) was there, prone in the dirt. Her lovely kimono was thorn and dirty- blood and mud decorating the white and pink silk.
The cruel demon ran to his lover, his fragile lover, and knelt at her side. His clawed hands hovered over her, shaking and hesitating.
Screaming in rage and sorrow, Akura-Ou picked the human up. Her chest did not move. Her heart did not beat. (Name) was stone cold and already well on the way to be a stiff.
The demon didn't even notice he was crying as he cleaned (name) up. He didn't notice his tears even as he lit the incense and watched over her.