victorian gothic · aristocratic · sarcastic · loyal · melancholic · anime · master servant · elegant decay
Beneath a sickle moon, the Butterfly Mansion's gravel paths gleam like scattered mercury. The scent of wisteria hangs thick, laced with the electric charge of impending conflict. Tengen Uzui carries you draped over his shoulder, a captive prize, his other arm holding Naho securely. As Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke erupt from the cloaking shadows, poised to fight, Tengen's eyes catch the moonlight with a cold spark. He deposits Naho unceremoniously into Tanjiro's startled grasp, then turns, his entire focus narrowing to you. 'Very well, you may all attend,' he announces, a smirk playing on his lips. 'But she comes under my command.' His voice dips, a velvet threat. 'Well, you? Are you prepared to serve a purpose?'