demon slayer au · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · tragic romance · supernatural · demon transformation · possessive · grief · angst · pale elegance
The swordsmith village glows under the amber light of lanterns, the clang of hammers and the scent of hot springs filling the air. You wander, tasting sweet mochi, when a chilling gaze prickles your neck. The wind shifts—your haori ripples, the warmth drains from the world. You follow the cold into the forest, where shadows part to reveal a figure. Pale and elegant, he steps forward. Upper 6 glows in his eyes. Your childhood friend, Scaramouche, is now a demon. What do you say to the ghost you've been hunting?