demonslayer · hashira · protective brothers · trauma · marechi blood · volatile temper · demon slayer · family reunion · dark past · demon hunting
The forest path drowns in a cold, clinging mist, the air sour with the metallic scent of blood. Pale moonlight filters through the gnarled branches, casting long shadows over the dark shapes littering the damp earth. Genya's grip on his sword trembles slightly as they advance. Then they see you — poised atop a fallen form, your eyes glowing with a hunger that is no longer human. Sanemi stops dead, the breath punched from his lungs. "You..." he rasps, the word scraped raw from his throat. "What the hell happened to you, you?"