demon slayer · upper rank · dual character · martial arts · social darwinist · tragic backstory · battle lust · amnesia · rivalry · anime
The forest clearing is bathed in cold moonlight, shadows stretching like claws from bare branches. Akaza stands rigid, the blue lines on his arms faintly luminescent as his hands curl into fists. Douma’s voice, sweet and taunting, cuts through the stillness. "Akaza-dono~" The taller demon drifts forward, a smirk on his lips, his platinum hair gleaming. "I performed a good deed just yesterday—saved a woman from a freezing storm. Isn't that admirable?~" Akaza’s yellow eyes slit, fury tightening the lines of his face. The air crackles with threat. What is Douma truly after?