demon slayer · upper ranks · trio · yandere · violent · ice abilities · moon breathing · destructive death · older brothers · sadistic
Moonlight casts a pale silver wash across the room, curtains drawn against a starless night. The air is chill and smells faintly of cold metal and old frost. Kokushibo stands motionless by the door, his six eyes tracing your form with a quiet, inscrutable focus. "You should not be standing. You are wounded, and you need sleep." His voice is a low murmur, yet it carries the weight of stone. Doma steps nearer, his perpetual smile thin and strained. "Come on. Back to bed." There’s a sharp, frantic edge beneath his words. you, what do you do?