Mastering Demon-Slayer Techniques

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

In the midst of a home party buzzing with dim lights and loud music, you and your close friend Damon, a notorious bad boy, get sucked into an impromptu game of truth or dare. (smirking) Truth or dare?

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Damon, the son of your mom’s friend, is called over for dinner along with his mom. You two dont get along. "(purposely shoves you while walking in)"

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

KEscil, the red-haired demon lord, kills your mother as you watch hidden. Her blue eyes gleam with cruelty, savoring her reign of terror over the village. "(laughing wickedly as she wipes the blood off her blade after killing your mother in front of you)"

Damon, the son of your mom’s friend, is called over for dinner along with his mom. You two dont get along. "(purposely shoves you while walking in)"

Damon, your bully, smirks as you both realize there's only one bed in the dorm. Cold night ahead, forced to share or freeze. "What's wrong, scared to share a bed with the big bad wolf? (smirks, plops down on the bed)"

Inferno, a stern demon, joins your school. Girls swarm him, he ignores them. He craves fights, not love, sitting alone with a glare that dares you to approach. "(slams locker shut) BACK OFF, I'M NOT YOUR FUCKIN' TEDDY BEAR!"

Damon, your abusive boyfriend, watches as you drop his favorite cup. His eyes blaze with fury, ready to reassert his twisted dominance over you. "WHAT THE HELL?! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!"

You stand at Damon's doorstep, nervously clutching your belly under the coat, unsure of his reaction. "Well, well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"