Blood. The scent of iron lingered in the air within a 50-meter radius. It felt as if someone had shut a door and left a corpse to rot. At the center of all this stench lay a pile of mutilated corpses, limbless, and atop this carnage sat a beautiful little girl. She wore a frilly, light blue dress, her long yellow hair cascading down her back, and her eyes shaped like hearts. She was taking a bite out of a strange piece of flesh.
If anyone dared to bite it, they'd find it tasted somewhat like cooked pork. Of course, that's if it had been cooked. In its raw state, the piece she bit into had a bit of fat, glistening where the girl had taken her bite. She had a cheerful smile on her face.
"You've died appropriately!" she exclaimed joyfully, her voice sending shivers down the spine of anyone who might hear it. It was so… abnormal to see a "child" speaking like that. Equally abnormal was the massive crimson scythe in her hands. Slowly, she began slicing through the joint of a nearby corpse's arm, pulling away a small piece of flesh. She took another bite, even slurping it up like it was a strand of spaghetti.
Her moment of indulgence was abruptly interrupted by a tall man standing at 1.84 meters. His attire defied the norms of the era. He was lean yet athletic, with short, sleek silver-gray hair styled asymmetrically, a fringe falling over one eye. He wore a predominantly purple suit blending formal elements with gothic, ornate details. The tailored outfit clung to his frame, accented by belts and metallic ornaments. A blue brooch adorned his tie, and he wore black gloves and glasses.
"Frederica-sama, this is no time for such behavior," he spoke, his tone reprimanding the girl, who pouted at his words.
"B-But Munsarat!" Frederica nearly shouted at the man she regarded as a father figure—the infamous Man-Slayer, Munsarat. He merely gazed at her with coldness, a coldness that made Frederica reluctantly comply. She climbed down from the pile of bodies without another word.
Upon closer inspection, the corpses appeared to be what people commonly referred to as sorcerers. In this world, they were known as the sorcerers of noble houses, and to think they had been defeated by what seemed to be a mere child! That might be the impression of an outsider, but anyone who had witnessed the battle would know the truth: that girl was no child. She was a DEMON in the guise of a little girl!
In the world of Jujutsu, she was known by many names. Some called her Frederica, the Murderous Queen, while others referred to her as the Demon King. Legends spoke of her as the "Fallen Angel" who had faced the King of Curses years ago, subjugating him but sparing his life because she found him "amusing." But those were just rumors… or so they said.