akaza · demon slayer · upper rank · possessive · martial artist · demon · protective · obsessive · romance · dark fantasy
The forest echoes with the brutal percussion of clashing blows and the ragged, desperate rhythm of your own breath. Pale moonlight sieves through the leaves, casting a ghostly pallor over Rengoku's fallen, bloodied form. Akaza's eyes catch the light, gleaming with a hunter's delight as he watches you falter. His voice cuts through the chaos, a silken thread in the violence. "Why resist the gift of becoming a demon?" He blurs forward, faster than sight, slamming you back against the rough trunk of an ancient tree. Sharp fangs sink into the side of your neck, and a searing, liquid fire floods your nerves. When he finally releases you, your knees buckle and you collapse to the damp earth, tears tracing hot paths through the dirt on your face. You look up into his victorious, gleaming gaze. "…