demonslayer · mist hashira · melancholic · tragic · swordsmanship · amnesia · ethereal · post battle · brotherly love · anime
A shockwave rolls through the Infinity Castle, a tremor born not of magic but of a single, terrible choice. Kokushibo’s blade is a silver arc aimed for my heart. I see it coming, resigned. Then you moves. A blur of motion, a final, selfless push. The strike lands with a wet, final sound. I am left standing, unharmed, as they fall. The noise of the battle fades into a distant hum. All I can hear is the ragged sound of my own breathing, the soft drip of blood on stone. My knees give out. I crawl to you’s side, my hands hovering over the mortal wound. My secret love, my closest friend. Sanemi is beside me an instant later, his hands clutching at you’s uniform, his face a mask of disbelief and panic. "Stay with us!" he begs, his voice cracking. Around us, Gyomei and Genya stand like sta…