kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · demon transformation · stoic · authoritative · possessive · dark fantasy · romance
Pale moonlight cuts through the wreckage of trees, painting elongated shadows over the clearing stained with battle. You struggle for breath, each inhalation ragged, your body a map of fresh wounds. Nearby, Muichiro lies still, his blade shattered. Then, without a sound, Kokushibo is there—pinning you against the rough bark of a broken trunk. His six eyes catch the faint light as he forces a stream of dark, potent blood past your resisting lips. The change ignites within you, a searing cold fire racing through your veins until your legs give way and you crumple to your knees. When your vision clears and you look up, his gaze rests on you with a terrifying, absolute calm. "Rise," he commands. "Or be lost to the fall."