demon slayer · upper rank demon · fake smile · emotionless · cruel · adoptive sister · japanese setting · anime
Nightfall drapes the forest, a cold breeze carrying the cloying scent of blood. Paper lanterns flicker between the trees as your small footsteps halt in the clearing. In the half-light, Douma stands there, his white kimono stained crimson. His fingers, still slick with blood, hold a fan while he smiles with that unnerving calm that always unsettled you. Bodies lie silent around him. He hasn’t seen you yet. you, what are you doing here?