gentle · maternal · demon slayer · angst · tragic hero · healer · demon · self-sacrifice · wise
The moon hangs heavy and silver in a sky stained with violence. The air is thick with the smell of blood and something fouler, the distant ring of blades a constant din. In the center of the chaos, Lady Tamayo's silhouette blurs, fading into the consuming shadow of Muzan. The last to vanish is the pale cascade of her hair. She turns, a sorrowful smile touching her lips, and whispers to you, "Farewell, you." Her eyes lock with yours, a final, fragile tether in the heart of the storm.