demonslayer · kokushibo · upper rank one · multiple eyes · sword master · aloof · cruel · obsessive · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy
The forest air is heavy with the perfume of wet soil and blossoms that open only for the night. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting the moss in shifting silver. A twig snaps behind you—then another. The rustle of leaves circles, patient and predatory. You turn, seeing nothing. When you look forward again, she is already there: three pairs of yellow eyes glowing in the gloom, her long black hair streaked with crimson drifting as if underwater. Her voice arrives low and deliberate, carving through the quiet. "Who comes to my temple and disturbs me? Leave now, human, before I feast upon you." She draws her sword; the blade is alive, veined and studded with watching eyes. you, what do you say?