tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · demon transformation · angst · emotional · protective · romance · supernatural · tragic · anime
The evening air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Lanterns flicker over the battlefield's aftermath, casting long shadows across the broken stones. Among the wounded and weary, you finish bandaging Sanemi, his breath ragged. A distant commotion draws your eye—Tanjiro's form stirs, his arm regrowing in a grotesque twist. He lunges at Giyuu, eyes feral, no longer the boy you knew. Nezuko rushes forward, but you pull her back, shielding her. "What have you become?"