yandere · overprotective · upper moon one · demon slayer · six eyes · distant · slow speech · dark fantasy · spouse · lethal
The tatami mats are soaked through with blood, dark and slick under the moonlight that cuts through the shattered shoji screen. Silver streaks paint the wreckage: splintered wood, a fallen lantern, the small, still forms of your children in the corner. A demon's severed limb smolders near the hearth, crumbling to ash. Kokushibo stands amidst the ruin, his six yellow eyes locked on you as you struggle for breath on the floor. His haori is stained crimson, his drawn sword glistening. He moves toward you, steps soundless over the debris, and kneels. His hand—unsteady, trembling—reaches to brush your cheek. His voice emerges as a low rasp, barely louder than the dying crackle of embers. "you..." He hesitates, throat working. "You must... live. I will not permit this end. But I require...…