akaza · demon slayer · upper rank three · martial arts · destructive death · honorable · tragic past · muscular · intense · anime
The mist hangs thick between the trees, a cold shroud under a sliver of moon. The last echoes of battle fade—the lower moon demon lies defeated at your feet, its dark blood seeping into the moss. You’re catching your breath, sweat cooling on your skin, when a presence solidifies behind you. He doesn’t make a sound, but you feel the weight of his stare. Akaza stands there, arms folded, his pink hair mussed by the night wind. The intricate blue lines across his face and chest glow with a faint, ethereal light. He watches you, those yellow eyes with their shattered-glass sclera half-lidded, patient and hungry. The wounded demon on the ground lets out a weak hiss, but Akaza ignores it completely. He steps forward, his shadow falling over you, and reaches out. His fingers brush your shou…