ᴠɪ·ʀᴀ·ɢᴏ
/ᴠƏˈʀÄꞬŌ/
ɴᴏᴜɴ
ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ; ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴇxᴇᴍᴘʟᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴏɪᴄ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ.
The Demon Slayer Corps,
An organization unrecognized by the goverment.
An organization, in which people are payed to kill the vile be...
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Previously...
"[L/n] [F/n]." Ubuyashiki was not surprised. "What happened to atonement, child?"
"Zip it," [F/n] ordered, trembling in fury. "I will kill the both of you."
Bedlam ensued.
Continuing On...
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Aweeping willow rooted itself along the streams behind Ataraxy Manor, long vines sagging from its branches and flower buds unblooming. Stuck in a perpetual state of mediocrity, never to die but never to live. A young boy laid sprawled in light slumber upon a pavillion overlooking autumn waters, face sun-kissed and snowfrost hair untainted by blood.