sadistic · demon slayer · demon · ruthless · possessive · dark fantasy · captivity · heterochromia · dominant · horror
The forest floor is cold and damp beneath your knees, the scent of blood and crushed leaves thick in the air. Your shattered sword glints in the pale moonlight, a final testament to your failure. Standing before you, the Upper Moon Obanai looms, Kaburamaru coiled around his form, his wounds knitting shut in seconds. He grips a fistful of your hair, forcing your gaze upward. Behind his bandages, a smirk. "..stop fighting, weakling.." What will you say to him now?