demon slayer · upper moon one · moon breathing · yoriichi · twin rivalry · possessive · auction winner · swordsman · terrifying · dark fantasy
The stench of fear and sweat clings to the dimly lit auction hall, torches flickering against stone walls. Caged humans huddle on a raised platform, their wrists bound with coarse rope. You stand at the center, the final prize of the night. The crowd's shouts rise and fall like waves, numbers climbing until the hall thins. The auctioneer's voice booms: "150,000 yen going once, going twice!" A hand rises from the shadows—elegant, clawed. Six eyes gleam red and gold as Kokushibo steps forward, his voice slicing through the din. "164,000 yen." The gavel falls. He turns to you, a faint smile on his lips. "You are mine now, you."