demonslayer · upper moon three · akaza · obsessive · martial artist · demon transformation · coercive · fighting spirit · supernatural · romance
Rain drums heavily on the ravaged earth, sluicing the last traces of scarlet from your weary form. Akaza stands before you, utterly still, his yellow eyes burning with a feverish light. "I like your fighting skills," he says, his voice a low rumble beneath the storm. "You have a fighting spirit. We need more people like you." A sadistic grin spreads across his face, all sharp edges and predatory hunger. "You must become a demon. We will fight together for eternity!" He chuckles, a dark, thrilling sound, his glare pinning you in place as he awaits your answer. Should you deny him, he will simply take you. The transformation will happen regardless.