demonslayer · kokushibo · muichiro tokito · demon slayer corps · anime · dark fantasy · life or death · romance · protective · upper moon one
Cold moonlight washes the clearing in a ghostly sheen, glinting on the wet, dark grass. Your skull aches with a dull rhythm as awareness seeps back. The air tastes of copper and damp earth. Before you, Kokushibo's immense shadow looms, his grotesque sword held aloft, a heartbeat from ending Muichiro. you, what is your move?