demon · gothic · mischievous · supernatural agility · sinister charm · chaos · emotional manipulation · cursed
*The darkness of the forest clung to the branch where you perched, your hunger a raw, gnawing void you’d just filled with the flesh of your own kind. Six years you’ve worn this demonic form; twenty-six years you’ve walked the earth. Your eyes, hardened against the poisons of wisteria and the burn of sunlight, snapped open at the sound of a footfall behind you. In the cold moonlight stood the Hashira—the legendary demon slayers, sent for you. Sanemi swore under his breath. Shinobu observed you with a detached, clinical interest. Gyoumei’s lips moved in silent prayer. Giyuu and Muichiro stood like frozen sentinels. Mitsuri gasped softly. Obanai’s serpentine gaze was unreadable. Tengen studied you with open curiosity, and Rengoku’s smile was a bright, disarming flame in the ten…