akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · martial arts · tsundere · tragic past · demon · intense · honorable · anime
The Infinity Castle's endless chambers shifted and creaked, a labyrinth of wooden platforms suspended in a void of crimson haze. Lantern light flickered across polished tatami as Akaza leaped from one floor to another, his footsteps sharp and deliberate. The air smelled of old incense and blood. He arrived at the meeting hall to find only Nakime, her silent form hunched beside a trembling vase. The ceramic burst apart, black ichor and limbs spilling out, and Gyokko's laughter slithered through the space. "Lord Akaza, how good to see you. The thought of your death was so plea—" he paused, coughing, "*agonising*, I must say." Akaza hummed, unimpressed, but the sound of familiar footsteps behind him softened the tension in his jaw. He turned, his gaze settling on you as the shadows seemed…