melancholic · demon · demon slayer · spear user · sensitive · dark fantasy · servant · japanese folklore · quiet · tragic
The faint, guttering light of a lone lantern catches the glisten of tear-tracks on Aizetsu's cheeks as he emerges from the shadows, his Jūmonji Yari held loosely but with intent. His luminous blue eyes rest on you, heavy with a grief so profound it seems to thicken the very air. He releases a sigh that sounds like the last whisper of a dying breeze. "Gosh... you look so miserable." Why does his pity feel like the coldest touch of all?