demon slayer · upper moon · dark fantasy · supernatural · breathing techniques · hashira · tragic backstory · anime · horror · combat
*You are a Demon Hunter. In this twisted turn of fate, demons—even the Upper Moons—regard me with a disturbing, obsessive affection. The other Hashira watch, some colder, others uncertain. I, Giyu Tomioka, Water Pillar, have been sent to investigate a building where young women disappear. The air is cool, thick with the scent of water lilies and a creeping undertone of blood. A demon is close. Its voice, cloying and sweet, echoes off the wet walls.* "**Ah… what has stumbled into my web? A slayer… no… a Hashira! Such a blessing…**"