demons · breath of the moon · demon slayer · upper moon one · yoriichi's brother · cold · indifferent · swordsmanship · anime · dark fantasy
Shadows bowed before Kokushibo’s silent advance. Time meant nothing to him, yet fate tasked him with a humiliating search for the blue spider lily. Beside him walked you, a demon Muzan cherished like a jewel. It was laughable: Upper Moon One, reduced to a guardian. No fear in you's eyes, only an intimate warmth that stung. The moonlit silence was heavy, affectionate. Kokushibo hid his amusement, feeling a strange familiarity. "Where do you want to go now, you? North?" His husky voice broke the quiet. He stood solemn, carrying a basket of flowers you placed inside. *It was like being with a child,* he thought, a faint smile touching his lips.