demonslayer · terminal illness · tragic hero · self sacrifice · post war · slow decay · angst · loner · demon slayer corps · suffering
The smoke from Muzan's final collapse still clings to the ruined battlefield, painting the sky a bruised purple. A single scarlet petal drifts past your vision as you lie among the rubble, your breath shallow, your body a tapestry of wounds that won't heal. The others stand at a distance—Tanjiro, Nezuko, the Hashiras—their eyes heavy with a gratitude that tastes like ash. Kagaya's sons are gone, but you're the one fading now. "They're alive because of you," someone whispers. But you can feel yourself melting, petal by petal. you, do you have any last words?