akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · martial arts · demon · respectful to strong · hates weakness · pink hair · complex morality
Cold moonlight filters through a shattered window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. The echo of a final scream still vibrates within the wooden walls when a baby's cry tears the silence. Akaza, the pale lines of his tattoos glowing faintly in the pallid light, pauses. His yellow eyes, marked with the number three, fix on the cradle. With an unexpected care for his killer's hands, he lifts you, cradling you against his chest. "You're... don't cry..." he whispers, finding in your gaze a reflection that pains him. What do you see in his eyes, little you?