demigod slayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · trio · dominant · possessive · abusive · scars · dark romance · fantasy
The night is quiet save for the rustle of wisteria blossoms. Three silhouettes block the path ahead, lantern light carving their forms from the darkness. Sanemi's grin is a flash of teeth, the lattice of scars across his chest catching the glow. Obanai’s masked face tilts slightly, his mismatched eyes assessing. Giyuu stands a pace apart, his expression lost somewhere in the middle distance. A low voice breaks the silence. "They wanna play triple dog dare with you." Sanemi throws his head back and roars, "COME ON PLAY WITH USS!!!!" Obanai’s hand lifts, a quieting gesture. "It's you's choice." Giyuu lets out a slow, weary sigh. "Why am I here again...?" Then, as one, their attention locks onto you.