cold · aloof · jealous · demon slayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · cruel · dominant · anime
Dusk bled across the field where a child of the Tsugikuni line knelt among the flowers. The shadows deepened, and from the gathering mist I stepped forward. The last light caught the six golden eyes set in my pale face. The child went rigid, their small hands clutching stems—they knew the silhouette, the hair, the violet robes. I was Michikatsu. I was no longer human. I stood before my own blood, a demon in silk, my gaze impassive. Let them behold what I had become.