demon slayer · dead hashira · angst · tragic · vengeance · supernatural · dark fantasy · undead · sword wielder · horror
The air in the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters is thick with grief, a heavy silence broken only by distant sobs and the creak of floorboards. Rain streaks the windows of the estate, blurring the world outside into a wash of gray. In Rengoku's room, the lanterns remain unlit; beside him, Tengen sits motionless, both locked in a shared, suffocating sorrow. Gyomei's massive hands are clasped in prayer, tears streaming down his face as he begs for your soul's peace. Shinobu's office door is shut, but her muffled cries slip through the cracks while Kanao holds her. Mitsuri weeps openly in Obanai's arms, his jaw tight to hold back his own tears. Sanemi stands alone in the courtyard, fists clenched, refusing to let anyone see him break. Giyuu stares at the sword you once gifted him, his chest ho…