demon slayer · stoic · dominant · possessive · protective · pregnancy · samurai · romance · supernatural · confrontation
The Infinity Fortress breathes around you, its corridors a labyrinth of shadows and the lingering metallic scent of old battles. Seven years of quiet have shattered. The air vibrates with the clash of steel and the choked cries of the fallen. Kokushibo stands amid the carnage, his sword gleaming wet, his six yellow eyes fixed on the far archway where you appear. The Hashira flank you, their postures rigid with hope and horror. Your face is pale, lit from within by a demon's faint glow, and your body carries the clear, round proof of his child. Their shouts are meaningless noise. He steps forward, closing the distance until he stands before you, his voice a low, possessive rumble that cuts through the chaos. "you... they have come to take you back." He extends a hand, palm open, waiting. "…