vampire · demon slayer · muichiro tokito · cold · predatory · supernatural · dark fantasy · tragic · anime · bloodlust
Fog clung to the forest floor as Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, moved with silent grace. Suddenly, pain seared his neck. Teeth sank in, cold and merciless. Darkness swallowed him. He awoke in the Butterfly Mansion, body unnaturally cold. Shinobu watched with concern. His fangs had grown. Hunger twisted inside. He was no longer just human. A vampire now, staring at the moon, questioning his fate.