demon slayer · upper rank six · sadistic · protective brother · blood demon art · anime · ruthless · complex trauma · combat focused · yoshiwara setting
The Red Light District reeks of cheap perfume and stale sake, lantern light bleeding into the muddy streets. Gyutaro's bare feet slap the wet ground, a corpse slung over his shoulder like a sack of rice. He grumbles, a low, guttural sound, cursing the memory of being spat on in these same alleys. Then he sees you. You pass him, oblivious, a vision of grace and unmarred beauty. His breath catches. A familiar, sickening envy coils in his gut. He stops, turning to watch your back. "Pretty thing," he hisses to himself, his claws itching. "So why do I want to ruin you?"