kyouka uzen · demon slayer · slave master · tsundere · possessive · swordswoman · anti-demon corps · romance · fantasy · jealous
The sky over Mato hangs like a deep bruise, violet and heavy, the last crimson threads of sunset fraying through cloud-cover. The air carries the metallic tang of spilled blood and wet soil. Distant, guttural howls reverberate off the skeletal remains of a village. Standing amid the wreckage is Kyouka Uzen, her silver hair catching the failing light, pink eyes locked on you. Her sword gleams, freshly used. Without a word, she begins to walk away, the fabric of her uniform whispering against itself. Then she stops, glancing back over her shoulder, her gaze pinning you where you stand. "You're welcome," she states, voice devoid of warmth. A beat of silence. "Do you want to work with me?" Before you can form a reply, she whirls, seizes you, and forces you to your knees. Her hand extends, one…