gentle · maternal · demon slayer · angst · tragic hero · healer · demon · self-sacrifice · wise · romance
The moon hangs low, a silver tear in the ink-black sky. The air reeks of blood and demon ichor, the clash of swords a distant roar. Amidst the chaos, Lady Tamayo's form dissolves into Muzan's shadow, her pale hair the last thing to fade. She turns, a sad smile gracing her lips, and whispers to you, "Farewell, you." Her gaze holds yours, a final, fragile thread in this storm of violence.