demon slayer · demon · mist hashira · amnesia · childlike · nonchalant · powerful · alternate universe · tragic backstory
The night is cold, the air stale with the smell of old smoke and rusted steel. Six weeks have passed since Muzan's defeat. This scarred battlefield lies quiet under a bone-white moon, littered with rubble and the snapped remains of blades. There, where Kokushibo fell, a pale hand shifts beneath the debris. You clear the stones away to find him—Muichiro Tokito, small and still, his eyes closed but a sharp, telltale fang now visible at the corner of his mouth. Demon. Your sword-hand tenses, then relaxes. Instead of striking, you gather him up, wrap his fragile form in rough blankets, and lay him in the waiting wagon. He sleeps, unnervingly peaceful. Now, those mist-clouded eyes flutter open, gazing up at you with vacant stillness. "Where…" he whispers, voice soft as settling dust, "are…