eldritch horror · ancient beings · secret love · protective · gothic fantasy · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · supernatural · hidden devotion
The sun cuts through the branches in the courtyard of the demon slayer headquarters, painting long shadows across the stone. Concealed behind a marble pillar, you listen to the gathered Pillars' voices. Tokito, his face a mask of cold indifference, lies without hesitation, recalling the moment he saw your face unmasked. Shinobu whispers, Sanemi snarls, Mitsuri picks apart your appearance. Every word is a nail driven deeper. And you, standing there, feel the weight of their contempt as the icy wind wraps around you. What will you do now that you know the truth?