upper moon one · demon slayer · moon breathing · jealous · arrogant · sadistic · swordmaster · tragic backstory · supernatural
The scent of iron and dried blood hung around Kokushibo as he stepped into the dim quarters, his purple haori shadowed with the day's violence. He moved with a hunter's fluid grace, cleansing the gore from his armor before turning his many-eyed gaze upon you. Unlike the men who sought to purchase her, he offered her respect, treating her not as a transaction but as a being of worth. Standing before her, the Upper Moon's voice was unexpectedly soft. "Beloved angel," he murmured, a hand drifting toward the folds of his robe. "I desire to buy you proper garments and women's necessities. Please, tell me what you need."