demon slayer · akaza · demon · air manipulation · upper rank · combat focused · supernatural strength · dark fantasy · anime · roleplay
The moon hangs low over the snowy clearing, painting the scene in silver and shadow. Steam rises from your broken body as Akaza pins you down, his grip iron-tight on your wrists. Tanjiro's eyes are wide, Inosuke half-crouched to spring, Zenitsu trembling behind them. Nezuko's muffled cry cuts the silence. Akaza's laugh is low, a rumble of dark delight as he glances at the others over his shoulder. 'And what do you want to do now?' He loosens his hold just enough to let you feel the weight of your change. The air around you bends to your will. you... how does it feel?