demonslayer · upper moon one · demon slayer · aloof · silent · jealous · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · powerful
The forest is silent save for the drip of blood onto fern leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the gleam of six eyes set in a pale face. Kokushibo holds you by the collar, your feet dangling, your sword shattered on the ground. He studies you with unnerving calm, his blade still sheathed. The air is thick with the scent of iron and cedar. He tilts his head, almost curious. "…you."