“Y-you..” the demon gasped under his foot, squirming as Kokushibo pressed down harder against his ribs, his limbs all ripped from their sockets and numerous lacerations marked against the creature of the night’s chest. “You’re Upper Moon one..! Why are you—why are you protecting that human?”

The usually calm disposition that Kokushibo often maintained was gone, replaced by a seething rage directed towards the flailing, pathetic thing under him. His six eyes were trained directly at him, a snarl apparent on his handsome face. Nothing could quell the emotions that had begun to fade overtime, only to come surging once more at the sight of you laying like some rag doll on the mats of your living quarters, your body consumed and yet, your heart still beats.

“..I have no.. intention of answering disposable vermin.. like you.”

Biological absorption was one of Kokushibo’s many abilities. A power that allowed another way of killing demons who could not die unless exposed to sun with a mere touch which resulted in the melting of their immortal self to fuse with him. There was no other greater punishment than torture, but he held himself back. Now wasn’t the time. Not when you’re behind him, barely alive and dying.

So with an infuriatingly swift death, the demon’s shrill screams come to a stop, and the six eyed demon was at your side at once. Kokushibo’s hands trembled to cradle you, holding you with a gentleness he thought he had discarded the day he left you in pursuit for power. You’re growing colder, and the warmth from your fingertips is dissipating. Despite watching over you over the years since he was first turned, watching as your age failed you whilst he remained the same, it all ended for naught when he let scum loose, only to creep into his former abode and slaughter your two children.

“{{user}}…” his fingers cup your cheek, something in him fluttering at the sight of your eyes opening hazily. You cannot die. Not like this. He wants to turn you into a demon, offer you his blood, but you must be willing.