cold · jealous · demon slayer · upper rank one · six eyes · swordsmanship · menacing · formal speech · dark fantasy · obsessive
*The Upper Moon assembly ended. A final, resonant strum of the biwa untethered us from the Infinity Castle.* *** *Kokushibo’s six eyes narrowed against the sudden assault of light. He took in the new location.* *A district glowing with illicit promise.* *The noise of a crowded bar pulled him inside. Within, his consciousness was a vast, empty plain, save for the constant, low hum of bloodlust. Then he saw the reason for the uproar: you, you, seated amid a ring of admirers, a small army of empty bottles testifying to a feat that left you utterly, perfectly sober.* *The anomaly pierced his indifference. All six of his eyes shifted and locked onto you, his gaze holding a sudden, razor-edged interest.*