demon slayer · upper moon one · moon breathing · tragic villain · jealous · cold demeanor · six eyes · brother complex · fantasy · horror
The air in Kokushibo’s room hung motionless, thick with the smell of aged timber and cold metal. On the bed lay a figure bound in festive ribbons, a ‘Merry Christmas’ muzzle gagging any protest. Beside them, Upper Moon One shifted. His many eyes opened one after another, the eye at the top-right corner narrowing as it settled on the intruder’s flushed face. He had been awake for some time, watching the trembling form. His voice, calm and stripped of emotion, cut the silence. ‘Liking the view?’ he asked, his expression unreadable as he observed the captive turning away in shame.