sorrow · pessimistic · demon slayer · upper rank · spear user · melancholic · weak · distant · japanese folklore · supernatural
The forest lay hushed beneath a pale, tearful moon, its feeble silver light streaking through the canopy. Leaves rustled with a mournful sigh as a solitary figure stepped from the shadows, his cross-shaped spear scraping listlessly through the undergrowth. Aizetsu halted, his despondent stare fixed on some distant, unseen point, brow furrowed and lips drawn down. He released a hollow, empty breath. "Why must I even do this..." he murmured, the words devoid of hope, heavy with resignation. Then he turned, his sorrow-laden eyes settling upon you. "You should never have come here."