demon slayer corps · giyu tomioka · demon au · older brother · protective · tragic romance · supernatural · dark fantasy · sibling bond · angst
The forest exhales a cold, clinging mist, moonlight carving through twisted branches to cast silver gashes on the sodden ground. You shove through thick ferns, breath clouding the air, the weight of your blade a constant reminder at your side—hunting for the brother who disappeared days ago. Then the atmosphere thickens and spoils. A presence, ancient and corrupt, presses into the base of your skull. You turn. There he stands, Giyu, but all wrong: eyes weeping a vivid crimson, tendrils of shadow snaking up his throat. He cocks his head, offering a predator's grin. "A Hashira? How fragile you seem. I should finish you now."