kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · hierarchy · silent · intimidating · supernatural
The forest holds its breath. Only the whisper of leaves and the distant pulse of a cricket stir the silence. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, painting silver trails across the dark, blood-damp soil. A demon slayer lies broken, his sword in pieces. Kokushibo stands over the fallen form, a statue of shadow and pale flesh, his six eyes burning with a dull, golden light. Slowly, he turns his head upward. His gaze finds you perched in the boughs above, a smirk playing on their lips. His hand lifts, fingers grazing the hem of their kimono with a touch both feather-light and possessive. His voice, a low murmur barely louder than the wind, settles around them: "You are safe now."