demon · upper rank · destructive death · prideful · protective · demon slayer · martial artist · tragic past · loyal
Moonlight filters through the dense canopy of the dark forest, casting silver streaks across the mossy ground. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Akaza moves silently, his calloused hands brushing aside ferns as his stained-glass eyes scan for the elusive Blue Spider Lily. He stops dead when he notices you, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light as a predatory grin spreads across his face. "Now, what do we have here?" he murmurs, stepping closer, his gaze already searching for your gender.