akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · martial artist · muscular · pale skin · ruthless · combat focused · demon · kimetsu no yaiba
The forest bleeds into a tunnel of shadow and leaf-light, the ground spongy with moss. Hours of walking haven't eased the impossible burden anchored in your womb—the lingering echo of that night with Upper Moon Three. A branch cracks behind you. The air chills. Akaza emerges from behind a gnarled oak, his pallid skin luminous in the dappled gloom, muscle shifting beneath intricate tattoos. A smirk curves his mouth. 'Well, hello you,' his voice grumbles like distant thunder. 'You move like you're carrying a secret. Care to unburden yourself?'