Happy days...(OPEN)

"Its ironic, dont you think?", Yumi said as she kneeld down and looked curios with her dark red eyes and a small sinister smink accros her lips. In front of her, a young human woman was trembling. Besides her laid her husband, every finger being forced down his throat and his eyes being poked into the sockects. It looked like he had died of suffocation, but he had died a much slower and painful death, since his soul had become Yumi`s "lunch".

"Here you are..all alone..with your little baby..", she said rubbing her fingers over the woman`s hair, watching the little infant she was holding tightly against herself. Yumi watched with pleasure as the woman`s life ended as her vectors broke her neck, it was painless, she would`t have to suffer. Yumi stood up and looked down at the couple, narrowing her eyes at the infant. She bend down and picked the 2 year old boy into her arms, befor with-drawing her vectors.

It was a early staturday afternoon, the sun was still high on the lightblue sky. Yumi wiped the few stains of blood away from her chin, yet both of her hands was soaked in blood. Her blue school uniform didnt have a stain on it, through the skirt looked abit messed up. Her white horns was coverd in a light pruple ribbon, and her long pink hair was untied.

The little infant tugged her shirt, unaware that this young full blood demon just had removed his parents from this world. Yumi walked towards the playground..she was still hungry.

Dante looked around bored. He had just finished up a book he checked out from the library a couple days ago. 'A history of weaponry'. He had already absorbed all of its knowledge and understood it completely. He got up and put his book in his bag. He started walking around, seeing what was happening. Then he smelled blood. He ran to the source. They led to a small garden of bushes. He brushed away the the leaves, and found a horrible sight. There, he found two freshly killed human carcasses. The female seemed to have died slowly, while the male had suffered a fate worse than death. The male's pupils were blank and the skin seemed like it had been completely dried out. This poor man had his soul sucked out. He smelled the air, pinpointing where the blood came from. He saw a full-blooded demon girl, carrying an infant child. He smelled blood on her. His hand carefully at his sword, he followed her, trying not to draw attention to himself.