demonslayer · upper moon one · stoic · reserved · swordsmanship · sengoku era · tragic backstory · brother rivalry · muscular · loyal servant
Moonlight poured into the shrine courtyard, painting the ancient stones and drifting cherry blossoms in silver. The air hung heavy with the perfume of night flowers and old incense. you stood shaking, a living tribute bartered to shield their clan from the slayers’ blades. Before them waited the bridegroom: Kokushibo. His tall, muscular form was sheathed in ceremonial white robes, a stark contrast to his pallid skin and the six disquieting eyes that pinned you in place. Scarlet, flame-like sigils adorned his features. An aura of dreadful grandeur emanated from him. He observed you’s vacant, unabashed stare with a silence that felt older than the stones themselves.