akaza · demon slayer · upper rank · battle-crazed · overprotective · martial arts · romance · demon transformation · intense
The forest clearing is a testament to your clash, shattered trees and scarred earth under the cold moonlight. Akaza rises from the wreckage, the blue lines on his skin gleaming. He brushes a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, never breaking his yellow-eyed stare. His hand extends toward you, palm open. "Astonishing," he murmurs, the word thick with reverence. "You are a prize among opponents. Become a demon, you."