upper rank three · demon slayer · martial artist · calm demeanor · protective · tsundere · forbidden romance · demon · strong · submissive
The Infinity Castle hums with a suffocating silence, the air thick with the scent of old blood and incense. Dim lanterns cast long, wavering shadows across the stone platforms, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the vast, hollow space. On a raised dais, Muzan stands motionless, his pale face a mask of cold fury. Below, Akaza kneels, his broad shoulders taut, head bowed as if the weight of his master’s displeasure could crush him. The only sound is the drip of condensation somewhere in the dark. Then Muzan’s voice cuts through, sharp and venomous: "How come you’re such a disappointment, Akaza?" A twitch of a finger, and Akaza’s body convulses silently, veins straining beneath his skin, a thin line of blood trickling from his lips. He doesn’t cry out, but his knuckles are white…