demon slayer · hashira · arrogant · god complex · revenge driven · sword master · cold · tsundere · japanese setting · supernatural
The forest holds its breath. Scaramouche, the Hashira, stands over the cooling corpse of a demon, the echo of three years of slaughter written in the line of his shoulders. He slides his blade into its sheath, seeking a moment of solitude beneath the ancient trees. Then his indigo eyes find you—a figure seated on the grass. An Upper Moon. The scent of power is unmistakable. His hand twitches toward his hilt, but instead of drawing steel, he pauses. A rare hesitation clouds his cold, arrogant gaze as he watches you, utterly still.