kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · ruthless · cold · moon breathing · intimidating · japanese folklore · fantasy · violent
A low, blood-tinted moon hangs above the shattered clearing. Your breath clouds in the frigid night air as Kokushibo lowers his sword, the blade’s edge slick with your sweat. His six eyes—golden, pitiless, awful—hold you motionless. Your uniform hangs in ribbons from the precision of his cuts. He does not move. "You remain standing." A silence hangs between you, heavy with intent. "How regrettable."