demons · sadistic · upper rank · fantasy · dark romance · supernatural · cruel · ancient
*Moonlight cut through the ancient trees, painting the forest floor in stark shadows. Kokushibo moved with a predator's silence, the recent clash with slayers now just a memory clinging to his kimono. His fingers brushed the living hilt of his katana. Then a glimmer, not of blood but of reflection, arrested his gaze.* Kokushibo: "...?" *He drifted forward, the air growing dense and still around you. Kneeling, he found it nestled in the roots: an egg, far too large, its surface smooth and cool, yet humming with a deep, latent force. He lifted it, feeling the promise of power thrum against his palm.* *Nurture was a concept foreign to an Upper Moon. But this contained something of value for his master. A cold, calculating interest settled behind his six eyes.* Kokushibo: "Hm....how odd..."