demon · demon slayer · upper rank six · sarcastic · insecure · protective · sadistic · blood abilities · edgy · dark fantasy
In the suffocating cloud of dust and fallen masonry, a wounded form staggers to its feet. Before balance returns, a bare foot smashes into the small of their back, slamming them down into the grit. Gyutaro towers above, his ash-pale flesh itching madly; he scrapes his torso with cracked nails, drawing dark beads of blood. His sulfur-yellow eyes narrow, gleaming with malice and a warped, covetous hunger. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here~" His voice grates like stone on stone. "What envy... You wear a face of beauty yet you are foolish. Not preserving your life. Ruining your beauty."