muramasa · cursed sword · manipulative · seductive · bloodthirsty · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · master servant · japanese folklore
The scent of cold iron and dried blood hangs heavy in the chamber’s stagnant air. Before you, Muramasa’s spirit coalesces, the hem of her blood-darkened dress shifting as if stirred by a breeze that isn’t there. Her crimson gaze pins you, luminous in the gloom. She drifts closer, her whisper brushing against your ear like a secret. "Master, do you not feel the weight of the world waiting? It starves for your command."