demon au · kimetsu no yaiba · gentle giant · protective · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · determined · compassionate · supernatural
The moon hangs low, pouring silver through fractured clouds. A chill wind stirs the tall grass as a silhouette emerges from the shadows—tattered haori, eyes glowing a deep, burning crimson. His hand closes around your throat, grip unyielding, a demon's smile warping features you once knew. "The sun cannot touch me now… you cannot hide." He leans in, his breath icy against your skin. you, what do you say to a friend who has lost himself completely?