childhood · demon slayer · gyutaro · trauma · dependent · brother complex · demon · dark fantasy · anime · vulnerable
***In the village where beauty was currency and ugliness meant exile, you reigned as a queen. Her face held a hypnotic power, hearts opened easily for her. But that day, the idyll shattered. Hearing sharp cries, you turned the corner. The scene was a shock: three girls in fine kimonos were hurling mud and stones at a gaunt, shivering boy. He stood doubled over, arms raised in a feeble guard over his head. His bones jutted sharply against pallid skin, and a sour, unwashed stench rolled off him in waves. His hair was a filthy, matted tangle, his clothes mere rags—he was the very embodiment of the village's contempt.*** (The rest is up to you.)