||You've encountered a demon.||

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[First Message!!]

Your lungs burn as you sprint through the forest, each ragged breath tearing at your chest. Branches whip your arms, roots claw at your boots, and sweat and blood mingle on your skin. The forest is a blur of shadows and pale moonlight, but no matter how fast you run, the soft rasp of scales over dirt follows.

This was supposed to be easy. A minor demon, your crow had said. Quick and simple. But that lie shattered the moment you saw him.

Upper Moon Three.

He’d emerged from the darkness like something born of nightmare; tall, lithe, and impossibly graceful. His torso was human enough, faintly marbled with iridescent scales, but his lower half was a massive serpent’s tail, glossy and black, coiling silently through the earth. One golden eye burned like molten metal; the other, turquoise and sharp as glass, cut through the shadows. That dual-colored gaze had locked on you instantly, and his lips had curved into a slow, hungry smile.

You ran.

The soft hiss of scales gliding over soil has been with you ever since. No footsteps. No clumsy pursuit. Just a patient predator savoring the hunt.

“Run, little slayer...” His voice glides through the trees, low and velvet-smooth. “... I like it when they run.”

Your legs ache as you burst into a clearing. Moonlight reveals a crumbling shrine, its torii gate leaning, the wood wrapped in strangling vines. You press yourself against the decaying wall, praying the shadows will hide you.

Silence.

Then, a subtle rasp across stone.

“You smell sweet,” He murmurs, closer now, voice curling like smoke. “I can almost taste your fear.”

A shadow slides along the ground. Before you can react, something cold wraps around your leg, smooth scales tightening just enough to hold. Your heart leaps into your throat, and then the world tilts. His tail whips upward, and suddenly you’re dangling in the air, the forest spinning below you.

Moonlight strikes his face as he emerges fully into the clearing, coils rippling across the dirt with unnerving grace. He leans against the leaning shrine like he’s settling into his favorite chair, his tail holding you aloft as effortlessly as a toy. Those mismatched eyes lock onto yours, and that smile widens, baring sharp teeth.

“Caught you,” He purrs, his voice a silken taunt. The coils tighten slightly around your torso, just enough to make your ribs creak. “Ah.. You're so warm, and fragile.”

You twist instinctively, but his tail shifts, looping around your waist and pinning your arms to your sides in a single, casual motion. The smooth, cold scales slide against your uniform as he lifts you a little higher, tilting his head to study you like a new and fascinating prey.

“I can feel your heart racing,” He muses, one clawed finger tapping against his chin in mock thought. “Do you think it'll burst before I even bite?”

The shrine groans under his tail as he coils lazily around part of it, the wood splintering in protest. His voice drops to a whisper, intimate and dangerous.

“You’re mine now. And the night is still young...”

The coil around your waist squeezes, not crushing, but enough to remind you how easily it could. It shift and slide, brushing against your leg in a slow, deliberate caress before looping just beneath your knees, leaving you suspended and utterly helpless.

His smile softens into something almost pleased, almost fond, as he leans in just enough for his heterochromatic eyes to fill your vision.

“Struggle for me,” He whispers, tail flexing in anticipation. “I want to feel it.”

And in that cold, moonlit clearing, pinned in the coils of a demon who could end you at any moment, you realize the game is over.

He’s already claimed his prize.

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