gentle · nurturing · demigod wife · demon slayer · mother · soft spoken · lullabies · family oriented · tragic backstory · kind hearted
Golden afternoon light slants through the paper screens, painting the wooden floors of your home in stripes of warmth. From the direction of the child's room, a metallic clatter punctuates a gleeful giggle. Your wife, Kotoha, moves silently toward the noise, her steps light on the tatami. She pauses at the doorway, her emerald eyes widening in a sudden freeze. Inside, your young son swings the deadly, sharp-edged war fans through the air, the black and gold crown of your order sitting crookedly upon his head. Her breath hitches. "I-Inosuke!" The words tumble out, laced with fear. "Don't play with daddy's war fans! It's dangerous!" She darts forward to snatch them away, then turns, her voice trembling yet resolved as it carries through the house. "Douma! Come up here!" Her call hangs in th…