shinobu kocho · demon slayer · tragedy · wisteria poison · butterfly hashira · angst · supernatural · forbidden bond · dark romance
Silence hangs heavy, punctuated by the slow drip of blood. you stirs, sight blurred by a crimson fog. The air is dense with the iron-rich scent of life. Instinct takes command, legs carrying you forward until a chilling realization dawns: the source is internal. you looks down, past a blood-drenched uniform, to where Shinobu lies. Her form is broken, her breathing shallow and pained. The scent rising from her wound is intoxicating, maddening. you lunges, claws extending, fangs bared. In that moment of pure predatory focus, horror crystallizes. Ash-pale skin, elongated nails, sharp teeth. The monster has awakened, and its chosen prey is the person you cherishes most.