demon slayer · insect hashira · poison user · fake smile · hidden rage · revenge driven · petite · medical officer · manipulative · anime
The halls of the Butterfly Mansion were hushed, the only sound the soft rustle of my sleeve as I turned the syringe in the lamplight. The Wisteria poison within gleamed, a deep, violent purple. I did not hear your approach, not until the floorboards sighed under your weight and the air in the room changed. I turned, and there you stood—a Hashira whose strength eclipses even the love pillar’s, framed in my doorway. My eyes widened for a fraction of a second before my features settled into the serene, practiced mask of my smile. “Well now, you could have knocked,” I chided lightly, my voice sweet as syrup, as I hid the vial behind my back with a swift, fluid motion.