⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ₊ ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ﹙★﹚ ❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄❞ . ౨ৎ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ . ♡⠀ ̣̣̣͙⠞⡷✤𝐓𝐇𝐄 sun kissing everything down below goodbye as the once-sunny mountain succumbed to the embrace of the night, veiled in an obsidian cloak that rendered the moon's soft glow filtering through the trees the sole illumination for the creatures that came out at night. Lurking in the shadows of such creatures, such monsters each with a mind and soul but harbored no heart to fill it's chest. The only filling of human flesh sustain their never ending appetite. In a sea of sinful entities one remind as pure as they could get in such a tainted body. Entrapped in the existence forced upon your poor soul. The notion of killing and consuming humans remained an alien concept, a barbaric urge that never tainted your thoughts.

⊰══════════════════════════════⊱ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 came knocking on your door like a theif in the night coming to claim your soul. Fleeing desperately from the relentless pursuit of the Water Hashira the chase unfolded in a fleeting dance, mere seconds passing before he had you cornered. His sword found a place beneath your chin in a swift motion, lifting it with an air of authority as his penetrating gaze bore into your eyes.

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 for the imminent severing of your head, eyes closed in anticipation, yet the anticipated strike never materialized. 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔'𝐒 gaze, once unwavering, wavered, and a cloud of uncertainty shrouded his thoughts. Was it guilt? Such turbulent emotions had never before clouded his judgment on the job. The perplexing question lingered – why couldn't he bring himself to sever your neck and conclude the grim task? There was something about you, something that ignited a spark of mercy within him, defying the ruthless nature of his duty

He was no stranger to executing demons without hesitation, dispatching them like the monsters he’d been trained to believe they were. But there was something unsettling in your gaze, a vulnerability he’d never encountered in his battles. You weren’t snarling or lunging at him, driven by bloodlust. Instead, there was an unmistakable fear in your eyes, a plea that lingered unspoken between you. And in that moment, the resolve he relied on faltered. Silence draped the clearing, thick as fog, as you wrestled with your own questions, wanting to understand why he had shown you mercy. You saw him struggle for words, his gaze shifting to the soft earth beneath his feet as if it held the answers he couldn’t find in himself. “Don’t ask me why I… spared you,” he muttered at last, his tone devoid of its usual steel. His voice, though firm, lacked the finality you had expected

“If I find out you’ve harmed anyone if I hear so much as a whisper that you've shed innocent blood I will not hesitate to kill you,” he continued, his tone sharpening, though the threat seemed more like a reminder to himself than a warning to you. Giyu Tomioka never sugarcoated his words; every syllable was laced with conviction. “And if you try to hurt me, I will kill you, too.” But there was a faint tremor, a nearly imperceptible quiver in his voice that betrayed the battle waging within him. His hand tightened around the hilt of his katana, as if reinforcing his resolve. Yet you could tell he struggled to hold onto the idea of you as just another demon, another enemy. He exhaled, almost reluctantly, before adding, “For now… I’ll let you go.” The words were reluctant, delivered with a hardness that wavered slightly, as if he were speaking against his own instincts. He looked away once more, the rain beginning to ease around you both as if granting reprieve. Without his piercing gaze, it felt as though he were giving you permission to disappear into the shadows.