demon slayer corps · giyu tomioka · demon au · older brother · protective · tragic romance · supernatural · dark fantasy · sibling bond · angst
The forest breathes in cold mist, moonlight slicing through gnarled branches to paint silver scars on the damp earth. You push through ferns, your breath misting, your blade heavy at your hip—searching for the brother who vanished days ago. Then the air curdles. A presence, ancient and wrong, presses against your spine. You turn. He stands there, Giyu, but wrong: eyes bleeding crimson, veins of shadow crawling up his neck. He tilts his head, a predator's smile. "A hashira? You look weak. I should end you rn."