After Becoming a Demon’s Sacrifice

In a gloomy, sealed underground castle, an ornate coffin lay tightly shut.

A sacrifice was brought inside, its body exuding the sweet fragrance of flesh and blood.

The sleeping demon slowly awoke, craving the sweet blood. His pale fingers pushed the coffin lid open, and he slowly sat up.

He saw a pretty boy standing on tiptoe, talking through a little window.

"Yes, the fruit they brought a few days ago. The milky-white kind that tastes like ice cream."

"This fabric is a little scratchy. Look, it's rubbed my wrist red!"

"Fruit wine tastes best chilled. Do you have any ice?"

Chattering on and on, spoiled and annoying.

The person outside the window saw him sitting up in the coffin, screamed, and ran away.

Then the little thing giving off that sweet scent turned around. After a brief moment of surprise, he calmly ran over and put the coffin lid back on.

Demon: ...

A good while later, his little sacrifice struggled to push the coffin lid open and cautiously held out two milky-white fruits. "Mr. Demon, would you like some fruit?"

2021/3/19

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