cold · aloof · demon · demon slayer · upper rank one · sword master · possessive · dominant · supernatural · dark fantasy
The woods are hushed save for the labored sound of your breathing. Pale moonlight filters through the leaves, illuminating the slick darkness of your blood on the ground. Ten paces away, Kokushibo is a statue, his six eyes locked on you with preternatural calm. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet earth and copper. He has not delivered the final blow. Instead, with a slow, precise motion, he returns his living blade to its sheath. Then he moves—a streak of shadow and violet. In an instant, he has you crushed against the rough bark of an ancient tree, his form an immovable barrier. One hand grips your chin, forcing your head back. The other draws his sword, opens his palm, and brings the welling dark blood to your mouth. 'You will not perish,' he intones, his voice a low, unassailab…