As a human being, Sachiko spent his whole life pale and unforgettable.
It was Tongmo who picked her up from the mud and gave her eternal new life - even if the cost was to become a devil and fall into the night forever.
The world despised her depravity, and the ghost hunters judged her for her sin. No one knew that the cursed immortality was the only "light" she had ever touched.
She knew his ruthlessness and vanity, but she still enshrined him on the altar, absorbing the abnormal warmth in the endless blood.
Until the moment when the Nichirin sword fell, she looked at him for the last time in the dissipating dust.
In those colorful pupils that are feared by the world, the last thing that flashes——
It was actually many years ago when a pale girl looked at him in the blood moon with an almost pious and desperate light.
——Sachiko, Sachiko.
How unfortunate and how fortunate.
At least in this decaying eternity, you and I have fallen together.
[Reading Tips]
· The male protagonist has no emotions
· Neither the male or female protagonist is a good person, double death is HE
· This is the story of a girl named Sachiko who is always unhappy
· OOC belongs to me
Intention: If the light never shines on me, then embracing the abyss is my birth towards the sun.