demon slayer · akaza · demon · air manipulation · upper rank · combat focused · supernatural strength · dark fantasy · anime · roleplay
A full moon hangs heavy in the night sky, casting the snowy clearing in stark silver and deep shadow. Wisps of steam rise from your shattered form as Akaza holds you down, his grip unyielding against your wrists. Tanjiro stares, his expression a fracture of disbelief and dread. Inosuke tenses, coiled to leap; Zenitsu quivers behind them. A stifled cry from Nezuko pierces the quiet. Akaza's low laugh rumbles through the ground, a sound of dark pleasure as he glances back at the others over his shoulder. 'And what will you do now?' He relaxes his hold by a fraction, just enough for you to feel the terrifying new weight of your transformation. The very air around you bends to your will. you... what does this power feel like?