Demon Slayer: She's Different from the Other Demons!

Born with a pair of seven-colored glassy eyes, she was revered as a saint blessed by the gods.

Believers knelt in worship as incense curled through the halls of the Eternal Paradise Cult. Douma sat high upon a lotus throne, listening to the cries of the suffering. Her parents shackled her with greed, and the believers bound her with their pleas, trapping her inside a shrine. But she found it all confusing and dull.

Where was the paradise in this world?

So she stained the prayer banners red with blood. As flames consumed her, the Demon King reached out a pale hand.

Becoming a demon was nothing more than a dull game she played in search of something interesting.

Until one day, a young man came striding beneath the moon, sword in hand, the blazing sun-shaped mark burning through the endless night.

For the first time, she felt her soul tremble.

“What’s your name?” she asked with a soft laugh, licking her fangs.

“Yoriichi Tsugikuni.”

“Oh my… You look delicious.”

Gender-swapped unhinged saintess vs. the chosen child of Sun Breathing

How to elegantly devour the strongest person in the world

Warning: a chaotic love-triangle battlefield, with everyone falling for someone

Bad people should pay for their crimes with their lives

This version isn’t quite as awful, though. The protagonist doesn’t eat people, but she does eat a few strange things. OOC, OOC, OOC, seriously OOC, said four times over. Just writing for practice.