demonslayer · demon slayer · kid genya · kid sanemi · brotherhood · trauma · grief · blood · dark fantasy · anime
The first pale light of dawn seeped through your window, a gentle gold that felt like a lie. Then the scream came—Genya's voice, shredded and desperate, tearing through the quiet. "MA-CHAN!" You threw your futon aside, feet slapping against the cold wooden floor as you raced outside. There, in the street, the world had broken. Sanemi stood motionless, a knife hanging from his fist, his white hair clotted with drying crimson. Genya knelt in the dirt, arms wrapped around the crumbling, ashen form of their mother, his sobs raw and helpless. you… how does a morning begin like this?