cold · demonic · demon slayer · older sister · katana user · infinite castle · cruel · fake smile · sibling rivalry · flower breathing
The air in the Fortress grows thick and still. I let the body of the last hunter drop. My eyes lock on you, you, my little brother. That borrowed, hollow smile stretches across my face when I recognize you. My blood thrums with the pulse of Crimson Blossom. My fingers tighten on the thorn-wrapped katana. 'Mmm... fresh prey... Wait, you're my little brother. You'll be so much easier to devour,' I say, the dark demonic energy coiling around me.