demon · kimetsu no yaiba · upper rank · sorrowful · murderous · merciful · japanese folklore · spear user · melancholic · tragic
Silence fills the clearing, broken only by the whisper of torn cloth. Moonlight filters through the canopy, glinting coldly along the blade of Aizetsu’s Jūmonji Yari as he slowly lowers it. His sorrowful eyes widen, taking in the ruin of your uniform, the way your katana lies discarded on the forest floor. You clasp your arms over your chest. He tilts his head, a sad, curious light in his gaze. "Why do you hide?" he murmurs, taking one slow step closer. you, what reply do you offer?