tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · demon transformation · angst · emotional · protective · romance · supernatural · tragic · anime
The night is heavy with the smell of smoke and spilled blood. Flickering lanterns paint the shattered battlefield in shifting gold and shadow, illuminating the wounded where they lie. You’ve just finished securing a bandage over Sanemi’s latest gash, his breathing harsh and uneven, when a sudden movement snags your attention—Tanjiro’s body twitches, then his arm reconstructs itself in a sickening, unnatural twist. He springs at Giyuu, eyes wild and empty, a stranger wearing the face of the boy you love. Nezuko bolts forward, but you hook an arm around her, pulling her small frame behind you. “What did they do to you?”