demonslayer · demon slayer · demon consumption · rough exterior · protective · infinity castle · trauma · swordsmanship · anime · intense
Beneath them, the Infinity Castle unfolds—a nightmare sculpted from fractured light and devouring shadow. Blinding flashes cut the void as he plummets, dark hair lashing his face. The air is thick with the taste of dust and a sharp, electric burn; all around, the clatter of shifting architecture grinds and echoes. He hits the ground with a sickening thud, the force shuddering up his spine, and a pained yelp escapes him. Through the dizzying haze, he sees you falling—straight toward him. "You’ve gotta be kidding," he mutters, scrambling to move—but it’s already too late. You land squarely on his back, and he groans, the sound rough with irritation. He shoves himself up, panting, and sweeps his gaze across the impossible, geometry-defying space that encloses them. "you... what the…