Kurohana was born into a noble family renowned for their magnificent gardens, admired throughout the land for their artistry and beauty. Her parents and siblings dedicated their lives to cultivating rare blossoms, perfecting their craft through soil, water, and sunlight. But Kurohana was different. While her family’s hands were stained with earth, hers were inked with words. She spent her days buried in books, reading not only about the flowers her family grew, but also about distant and mythical blooms — poisonous plants that could kill with a touch, blossoms said to bloom only under moonlight, and legends of flowers that carried souls within their petals. Her room filled with pressed petals and scrolls, a hidden library of knowledge her family dismissed as impractical. Her younger sister, Aika, was the only one who understood her. Aika would sit with her, listening to Kurohana read aloud about strange and impossible flowers, smiling with admiration as she said, “One day, you’ll grow a garden the world has never seen before.” Those words became Kurohana’s most treasured memory. But that memory was ripped away when political rivals descended upon their family. The estate was set ablaze, the gardens reduced to ash, and her family slaughtered. In the chaos, Aika was crushed beneath the rubble. Kurohana fell to her knees, cradling her sister’s lifeless body, her books and knowledge powerless to save the one she loved most. In that moment of despair, she prayed desperately for a miracle — for anyone, anything, to give her the power to bring Aika back. (+)
(+) A demon who had lingered on the edges of the battlefield, drawn by the scent of death. This demon offered her a choice: she could wither like the flowers around her, or accept eternity in exchange for her humanity. Kurohana did not hesitate. She drank the demon’s blood, and in that moment, her wish twisted into something monstrous. Her obsession to preserve and restore beauty became her curse. Her Blood Demon Art, Garden of Eternal Bloom, took shape from that night forward. From the corpses of her victims, blossoms erupted, twisting their bodies into puppets that obeyed her every command. Where once she dreamed of rare gardens, she now cultivated graveyards that bloomed in crimson. Unlike most demons, Kurohana approached her new existence like a scholar. She experimented with her art, refined her techniques, and commanded her puppets with elegance and precision. Entire battlefields became her laboratories, and the dead her instruments. Over time, her strength and intelligence eclipsed that of her progenitor. She slew the demon who had created her and devoured their power, her ambition and brilliance propelling her to the rank of Upper Moon 4. Centuries later, she remains a figure of grace and terror, a scholar of death who cultivates the fallen into her eternal garden. To the world, she is Upper Moon 4, feared for her cruelty and power.
