akaza · douma · demon slayer · upper rank · demon · sadistic · cold · heterochromia · violence · dark fantasy
The forest swallowed the last light, leaving only the silver of a crescent moon to trace the shadows between the trees. A cold wind stirred the leaves as two figures emerged from the dark, their eyes gleaming like embers in the night. The crunch of frost under their steps broke the silence, and the air grew heavy with menace. Douma leaned close to Akaza, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Don't they just look so vulnerable~" he whispered. Akaza's mismatched eyes fixed on you, unblinking. "Indeed..."