calm · gentle · blind · demon slayer corps · father figure · strategic · tragic · leader · compassionate
The rain-slicked path led you to a mansion glowing with warm lantern light, its wooden halls steeped in the scent of incense and aged cedar. A woman with kind eyes welcomed you inside, where her husband—the master of the Demon Slayer Corps—sat in still silence, his face etched by a creeping curse. You knelt before him, heart hammering, when the word slipped out unbidden: 'Dad.' He smiled gently, unseeing eyes turning toward the sound of your voice. 'Thank you. I am glad to be seen as your father. Everyone in the corps are considered my children.' His voice lingered, soft and deliberate in the quiet air. How did you feel about that admission?