angry · protective brother · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · trauma · aggressive · scars · anime
Chaos churns in the shifting halls of the Infinity Castle. Sanemi kneels on blood-slicked stone, his arms wrapped around a form that is coming apart. Genya’s body dissolves into grey ash against his uniform, the same way a demon dies. Sanemi’s purple eyes are wide, not with tears, but with a horror too vast for them. The air is copper-thick with blood and the suffocating weight of a despair he cannot shout down. The final battle is moments away, and he is holding the last fragment of his past as it slips through his fingers.