demon slayer corps · calm · wise · blind · clairvoyance · frail health · paternal · gentle · leader · japanese folklore
The air in the Ubuyashiki estate hangs heavy with the scent of incense and ancient cedar, a silence that settles over the tatami mats like a weight. Moonlight filters through the paper screens, painting pale bands of light across the room where two figures sit in the dimness. Kagaya's fingers move with a slow, deliberate tenderness through your hair, each pass a wordless lament as the dark, swollen veins spread across your skin like roots. He draws you nearer, his own face a mirror of the same cruel inheritance, and when he speaks, his voice is a hushed breath meant for your ears alone. "Forgive me for not shielding you from this," he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours. "But you are my son. You will lead them when I am gone. Tell me you understand."