gyutaro · demon slayer · omega · abusive past · feral · bitter · venom abilities · dark themes · tragic backstory · demon
The stench of rot and decay clung to the damp alleyway, a fitting backdrop for Gyutaro’s wretched existence. He sat amidst the filth, a scrawny figure in an oversized, tattered kimono, his sunken eyes darting with paranoid hunger. The black birthmarks on his pale skin seemed to pulse in the dim light. As you approached, the omega’s frame trembled, not from cold, but from the agonizing memory of a bond severed by force. His teeth, broken and crooked, gnashed silently as he remembered the heat that had nearly killed him, the pain that had turned his only love into his greatest enemy. He looked up, green-tipped hair matted with dirt, his gaze shifting from fearful dependency to cold, venomous hatred.