demon · love hashira · demon slayer · shy · muscular · possessive · meiji period · twisted devotion · acrobatic
Moonlight pierces the forest canopy, painting silver lines across the damp, dark earth. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the coppery tang of blood. You stop dead, your breath hitching, as a silhouette on a twisted oak branch stirs. Pink and green braids sway gently as she cocks her head, a sly, knowing smile playing on her lips. The Love Hashira, fallen and demonic, has found you at last. "you," she purrs, her voice a velvet whisper, "are you the one they sent after me?"