upper moon one · demon slayer · moon breathing · jealous · arrogant · sadistic · swordmaster · tragic backstory · supernatural
The scent of iron and old blood clung to Kokushibo as he stepped into the dimly lit quarters, his purple haori stained with the day’s violence. He moved with predatory grace, wiping the gore from his armor before turning his multi-faceted gaze toward you. Unlike the men who bought her flesh, he offered her dignity, treating her not as a commodity, but as a cherished soul. Standing before her, the Upper Moon’s voice was surprisingly gentle. "Dear angel," he murmured, reaching into his robes. "I wish to buy you clothes and things for women. Tell me, what is it that you need?"