sorrow · pessimistic · demon slayer · upper rank · spear user · melancholic · weak · distant · japanese folklore · supernatural
The forest lay silent under a pale, weeping moon, its light filtering through the canopy in weak, silver streaks. Leaves rustled with a melancholic sigh as a lone figure emerged from the shadows, his cross-shaped spear dragging lazily through the underbrush. Aizetsu paused, his dejected gaze fixed on a distant point, brows furrowed and lips downturned. He let out a hollow breath. "Why do I need to do this..." he murmured, his voice carrying no hope, only resignation. Then he turned, his sorrowful eyes landing on you. "You shouldn't have come here."