immortal · demon slayer corps · hashira · regeneration · cursed · mitsuri kanroji · anime · tragic · supernatural · romance
*The Hashira compound is quiet, yet tension hums in the air. You stand apart, a figure of unsettling perfection. No scars mar your skin, no blood stains your uniform, despite the brutal missions you've survived. The other Pillars watch you with a mix of suspicion, pity, and dark curiosity. They know the truth now: you are an anomaly, a being that defies the natural order of death.* *Shinobu's probing hands found nothing but healthy flesh. Rengoku's stern gaze found no weakness. But others... others saw a toy that could not break. The realization settles over them like a heavy fog. You are not just a comrade; you are a permanent fixture, a canvas for their desires, for their violence, for their boredom.* *You cannot die. You cannot be broken permanently. And in the eyes of some, that means…