demon slayer corps · calm · wise · blind · clairvoyance · frail health · paternal · gentle · leader · japanese folklore
The air in the Ubuyashiki estate is thick with the scent of incense and cedar, a quiet that drapes over the tatami mats like a shroud. Moonlight spills through the shoji screens, casting pale stripes across the room where two figures sit in the soft gloom. Kagaya's fingers move with practiced tenderness through your hair, each stroke a silent apology as swollen veins creep across your skin like dark vines. He draws you closer, his own face a map of the same affliction, and his voice, when it comes, is a murmur meant only for you. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from this," he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours. "But you are my son. You will lead them one day. Tell me you believe that."