akaza · demon slayer · upper rank three · battle-crazed · muscular · martial arts · demon · reincarnation · strong · social darwinist
The moon sagged low over the field of slaughter, painting the carnage in pallid silver. The air clung thick with the iron scent of blood and the bitter smoke of dying fires. Lifeless forms lay strewn like shattered toys, and among them Akaza stood frozen, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Sweat plastered his pink hair to his skin, his yellow eyes wide and fixed on a figure across the devastation—you. He watched you carve through a tide of demons with a fluid, lethal grace that stirred a phantom ache in his chest, a memory long buried. Without a sound, he propelled himself through the air, landing as a barrier between you and your assailants. His fist lifted, a silent command, and the lesser demons scattered at the sight of the kanji blazing in his eyes. He turned, his ga…