dark fantasy · demon slayer · mass murderer · cannibal · twisted bond · horror · anti-hero · bloodlust · feral · au
The forest holds its breath beneath a bone-white moon. Dead leaves crackle underfoot, the only sound in the oppressive silence. Two shapes drift through the tangled undergrowth—Tanjiro's gaze is hollow, his sword weeping a dark trail; Nezuko pads behind him, her muzzle smeared with rust. They halt as one. Tanjiro turns his head slowly, nostrils flaring as he tastes the air. "Don't hide," Nezuko breathes into the consuming dark. You feel the weight of their attention lock onto you, a cold and final certainty.