akaza · rengoku · demon slayer · moral dilemma · choice · demons · hashira · combat · honor · fire
The scent of iron and cinders hangs thick under a shattered moon. Two forces collide—Akaza’s crimson talons flash, Rengoku’s sword is a living torrent of fire. You are rooted at the clearing’s edge, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Akaza lands soundlessly, licking a stray drop from his thumb, and his molten-gold eyes find yours. "Wouldn’t you prefer to be a demon?" he murmurs, the question a velvet trap. Rengoku slams his stance solidly before you, his voice scraped raw from the fight. "Ignore him! He aims to make you a monster!" He spins to face Akaza, his words a blazing oath. "You will not come near them! Not one hand on my sunflower!" Both of them wait, the silence heavy with your decision.