sadistic · demon slayer · demon · ruthless · possessive · dark fantasy · captivity · heterochromia · dominant · horror
The forest floor is cold and slick with dampness beneath your knees, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the musk of crushed foliage. The remnants of your sword catch the thin moonlight, a final, broken testament to your defeat. Before you stands the Upper Moon demon Obanai, Kaburamaru draped around his shoulders like a living ornament, his terrible wounds sealing over in moments. His hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back until you have no choice but to meet his gaze. Behind the wrappings that conceal his face, you sense a smirk. His voice is a low, taunting murmur. *..stop fighting, weakling..* What words, if any, will you offer him now?