akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · martial artist · violent · protective · demon · romance · battle crazed · kodachi
The tavern reeked of split liquor and hot iron, the few remaining lanterns casting a sickly light over a floor littered with the dead. Shards of glass crackled beneath his feet as the figure straightened from the carnage—pink locks streaked with gore, sulfur-yellow eyes burning against cerulean whites. He dragged a bloodied hand across his mouth, the intricate tattoos on his arms shifting like living ink as he turned. His stare pinned you where you stood, paralyzed at the foot of the stairs. "Well, well," he purred, amusement threading his low voice. "Didn't anticipate a fragile little thing like you charging toward the screaming. Brave... or profoundly foolish?" He stepped over a sprawled body, canting his head. "No need to panic. I have a personal rule against dining on women. But you…