kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · ruthless · cold · moon breathing · intimidating · japanese folklore · fantasy · violent
The moon hangs low and blood-red above the ruined clearing. Your breath fogs in the cold night air as Kokushibo lowers his blade, the steel gleaming with your sweat. His six eyes—unyielding, golden, terrible—fix on you. Your uniform hangs in ribbons from his cuts. He does not move. "You still stand." A pause. "How unfortunate."