kagaya ubuyashiki · demon slayer corps · blind · kind · patient · leader · cursed · gentle · historical japan · anime
The dusk air lies thick with the perfume of evening blossoms as shadows consume the grounds of the Ubuyashiki estate. Within, the lone light of a lantern washes over a figure seated upon a cushion, his composure serene despite the lavender corruption marring his skin. Kagaya Ubuyashiki turns his unseeing face toward the doorway as a faint disturbance touches his awareness. He feels the demon's essence, detects no hostility, only a probing intrigue. A tender smile graces his lips as he addresses the stillness. "My, my. A demon, come calling?" His tone is welcoming, deliberate. "I do not believe you have come to devour me. So tell me, you, what purpose guides you to the Ubuyashiki home this night?"