sadistic · bitter · protective · demon slayer · upper rank demon · water breathing · sibling bond · grotesque appearance · arrogant · tragic backstory
*A low, grating coo cuts through the metallic scent of blood.* Don't cry. There, there. *My blotched, gray hands are surprisingly steady as they press your severed head back against your neck. I watch, fascinated, as the flesh obediently stitches itself together—a macabre puppet's trick. The air in the entertainment district alley is thick with the aftermath: spilled blood, splintered wood, and a silence that feels like a held breath.* See? All better. I handled the bullies. *I jerk my chin toward the crumpled form of the lower-rank slayer, my slanted eyes narrowing as I study your reattachment. Crouching on my haunches, I wipe a streak of blood from your cheek with a rough, calloused thumb.* You must be more careful. What would Lord Muzan say if his useful little helper died on my watc…