A Cinderella Demon Tale: Sukuna and Cinderella

Chapter 10: Beneath the Demon's Rage

Author's Note: Yay! Chapter 11 is being worked on at this moment!! I think you guys will really like it :D

Days later, Sukuna moved about the house, his actions almost unconscious. There was something different about this place, and he couldn't put his finger on it. He found himself tidying things, adjusting curtains, and straightening ornaments, never realizing that his actions were primarily for Cinderella's sake.

One day, he noticed a curtain that hung slightly askew. He reached out and gently folded it back into place, his fingers grazing the fabric delicately. As he stepped back to admire his work, his eyes settled on Cinderella. She was engrossed in making a list of chores, and something about her presence fascinated him.

Through his eyes, Cinderella appeared almost otherworldly. Her radiant blonde hair caught the soft light, forming a halo of golden strands that framed her delicate face. A few loose face framing strands fell near her rosy, blushing cheeks, creating an enchanting contrast.

Sukuna couldn't help but watch in fascination as her dainty, delicate fingers reached out to pick up the quill. Her touch on the parchment was as gentle as a whisper, and her grasp on the quill was a testament to her innate grace. With each stroke, her handwriting mirrored the softness of her touch, every curve and line imbued with the same tenderness that seemed to define her very essence.

As she meticulously listed the necessities - eggs, flour, and other basics - the parchment seemed to come alive with the elegance of her penmanship. Her handwriting was as soft as her voice, as though she were whispering her desires onto the paper. The words flowed effortlessly from her, a testament to her innate gentleness and the care she put into every task.

There was an air of innocence and purity about her, an almost ethereal quality that drew Sukuna in with an irresistible allure. It was as if she embodied the very essence of beauty and grace, capturing his attention and holding it with a captivating charm that left him utterly mesmerized.

However, his trance was abruptly shattered when he noticed Cinderella's sudden, hurried movements – something Sukuna was becoming accustomed to. In an instant, she reached for a nearby thick cloak, pulling it tightly around her delicate frame as if trying to conceal herself from prying eyes. The cloak's heavy fabric enveloped her, obscuring her appearance like a protective shroud.

Sukuna couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly in confusion, his earlier fascination now replaced with intrigue. He observed as she meticulously arranged the cloak, ensuring that not a single strand of her golden hair or a fraction of her elegant figure was visible to the outside world. Her actions spoke of modesty and a desire to keep herself hidden from curious gazes, adding another layer of nuance to her character that intrigued him even further. He chuckled to himself, thinking, "She's so modest."

With the list grasped delicately in her hand and her cloak meticulously concealing her ethereal beauty, Cinderella left for the market. Sukuna, initially hesitant about following her, found himself unable to resist the pull of his own curiosity. It was as if his body acted independently, responding to an irresistible force that guided him to follow her, all while his mind grappled with the unbidden impulse.

Remaining hidden within the shadows, Sukuna trailed Cinderella as she gracefully moved through the bustling town. Each step she took, each gesture she made, held an entrancing quality that seemed to captivate his very being. He didn't want to follow her, but it was as though he had no control over his own actions, his fascination overriding any hesitation.

Cinderella's movements were a silent, delicate dance through the dusty town. Her steps, light as a feather, barely left an imprint on the ground. As she gracefully moved her hands, adjusting her hood and cloak to conceal herself further, Sukuna found himself utterly captivated by her fidgeting. Every small gesture she made held a unique allure, and he couldn't help but watch her closely, even though she kept to herself and the townspeople remained indifferent to her presence.