Night Parade

A red light flashed. When Yumi’s eyes adjusted she was home in her bed. A sob caught in her throat. She swallowed it. She had no time to cry, she had things to do.

finally

Just after midnight, Yumi tapped the ground three times with her sword Night Parade and waited at the kitchen table.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Yumi. I can smell the blood from my home,” said a voice from the far corner of the room shrouded in darkness. Rei stepped forward and took a deep breath. The smell of blood lingered in the air.

Her mother throat slit sat across from her with her head in her soup. Her father, throat slit and missing a few vital pieces he found more important than the lives of his children, sat at the head of the table. Blood still gushing from his neck.

Fingers sticky, she pointed to her father.“He murdered and raped my sister.” Then she pointed to her mother. “and she covered it up. They deserved it.”

“True.” Rei stepped further into the room. “Not why I gave you the sword but I’m glad you put it to good use.” His red eyes twinkled in the candlelight.

“Can you teach me how to wield a sword, properly?”

Rei eyed her carefully. “You want to learn how to fight?”

“Yes.”

“More people to kill?” he asked, his grin widening.

“Perhaps. Or people to defend.”

“You want a demon to teach you how to defend the people in your village?” he asked amused by the idea.

“Or avenge them.”

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