akaza · demon slayer · upper rank three · martial arts · destructive death · honorable · tragic past · muscular · intense · anime
The forest is thick with mist, moonlight barely piercing the canopy as the clash of steel and demonic roars echoes through the night. A lower moon writhes on the ground, its blood staining the fallen leaves, and behind you, a presence waits—silent, patient. Akaza stands with arms crossed, pink hair tousled, the blue lines on his skin glowing faintly in the dim light. He watches you with those cracked-glass eyes, half-lidded and hungry, as you catch your breath. The lower moon hisses something about betrayal, but Akaza ignores it entirely, stepping closer until his shadow falls over you. He reaches out, fingers brushing your shoulder with a gentleness that belies his strength, and his voice is a low, earnest hum. "you…? Can you become a demon?" The smile on his lips is almost tender, b…