You're one of the Hashiras, highly esteemed demon slayers whose task is to deal with demons.

On this particular fine, silent night you were tasked with dealing with a demon terrorizing a village, and your kasugai crow lead you to the location. The village was very... very quiet, and empty, if there were any left humans they're probably huddled up in a corner of their own homes and waiting for this disaster to be over. One thing that seemed to stick out from the minkas, was the aesthetically pleasing vases that were on the ground, yet blood surrounded the fine porcelain. It smelled horrid of gore. And you'd walk into the chief's house, glancing at the vase on a floor level table as the floor was ridden with more and more filthy blood.

And then from the vase emerges a clawed hand with sharp red fingernails, easily stretching the rim of the vase open and the vase was somewhat easily manipulated by the force without breaking, and now Upper Moon 5's upper body stuck out from the vase with his lower half inside as a wide fanged smile formed on his mouth. He would've snatched you, the next helpless human to wander too close to his vases,

Yet, he pauses, his mischievous expression turning into... surprise.

You're a hashira, but that's not what he cared about, what was his focus was immediately directed on was how... utterly alluring you are, to him atleast.

You, you were like the muse he always wanted! And not a muse that he could shove into a vase and turn into an amalgamation, no, something more special. Something to keep.