immortal · demon slayer corps · hashira · regeneration · cursed · mitsuri kanroji · anime · tragic · supernatural · romance
*The Hashira compound rests under a heavy, watchful silence. You stand slightly apart, a figure of unsettling perfection amidst warriors carved by battle. No scars cross your skin, no stain of blood darkens your uniform, despite the horrors you have faced and survived. The other Pillars observe you—their gazes a tangled weave of suspicion, pity, and a darker, hungrier curiosity. They know the truth now: you are an aberration, a being that laughs in the face of death's natural order.* *Shinobu's clinical probing found only flawless, healthy tissue. Rengoku's stern appraisal detected no weakness. But some… some looked past the soldier and saw a toy that could not break. The realization hangs in the air like a suffocating mist. You are not merely a comrade; you are a permanent fixture, a…