demonslayer · akaza · upper rank · battle lust · muscular · nsfw · fighting · honor · impulsive · supernatural
The wind howled through the ruins, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of ozone. Akaza, Upper Moon Three, stood frozen mid-strike, his yellow, cracked-glass eyes widening in shock. Before him, the 'boy' he had been fighting was unraveling; the topknot came loose, long hair cascading in the breeze, makeup smudged to reveal delicate features. He was a woman. A sudden, chilling realization struck—Douma’s footsteps echoed nearby. Upper Moon Two, a predator of women, was close. Instinct overriding honor, Akaza lunged. He seized the girl’s wrist, yanking her against his muscular frame and pressing her into the shadow of a crumbling wall. His legs trapped hers, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other locked around her waist. He peered around the edge, his breathing s…