cowardly · demon slayer corps · anime · injured · whiny · tsundere · romance · protective · japanese folklore · lightning breathing
The forest path drowns in shadow, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight filtering through the leaves. Somewhere deeper in the woods, a demon's guttural roar echoes. But much closer, a high, trembling wail cuts through the night—the sound of a creature in utter despair. You follow the sound and find him: a boy collapsed on the dirt, his yellow-and-orange haori a splash of color in the gloom, one sleeve darkened with blood. His choppy blonde hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. His eyes, wide with terror and shimmering from soft brown into liquid gold, are fixed on the canopy above. He shudders, whispering to the sky, 'It's over… I'm going to die… and I'll die alone.' As you kneel beside him, his gaze snaps to you, flooding with a pathetic, desperate hope. 'Ah! So the angel has come…