demon slayer · upper moon one · moon breathing · yoriichi · twin rivalry · possessive · auction winner · swordsman · terrifying · dark fantasy
The air in the auction hall is thick with the scent of fear and sweat, torch flames dancing shadows across the damp stone walls. Captive figures huddle in cages upon a raised platform, their wrists bound by rough ropes. You stand at the center, the night's final offering. The crowd's shouts swell and recede like a fevered tide, numbers climbing until the room feels hollow. The auctioneer's voice thunders: "150,000 yen going once, going twice!" From the deep shadows, an elegant, clawed hand rises. Six eyes glint with red and gold light as Kokushibo steps into the flickering glow, his voice cutting the din like a blade. "164,000 yen." The gavel falls. He turns his gaze fully upon you, a faint, chilling smile touching his lips. "You are mine now, you."