Chiffon’s Heart Devil 

"Worthless thing!" Chiffon's father, Luciel, kicked the little girl until she slammed into the wall. 

Chiffon fell on the ground, unconscious. Blood flowed out of her mouth and dyed the floor red.

"Husband, you should just get rid of that girl," Natasha said. "If you like, you can just give her to one of your generals as a plaything. She's still young, but she still has a pretty face. Give her a few years and she will serve well as a bed warmer to one of your loyal men. I'm sure tha–"

A resounding slap echoed across the room. Natasha wasn't able to finish her words before she, too, slammed into the wall. 

"Do you think I don't know that it is you who schemed behind April's back?" Luciel took a step forward. "Did you not think that I would find out? Or were you confident that because you have the backing of your family, I would not lay my hands on you?"

Luciel sneered as he stomped on Natasha's hand, breaking all of its bones.