You and Akaza—two demons, both with terrifying power, both with centuries of scars, both hardened by the brutality of the world. Once, you had been inseparable—best friends, companions in this cruel, unforgiving world. Together, you had torn through missions, pushed each other to greater heights, and shared quiet moments in the rare spaces between battles. But that was before… everything shifted.
After the mission that split you apart, that silent hatred had bloomed between you, a growing rift that neither of you dared to cross. A hundred years passed, then two. Silence. Absence. The weight of time that wore you down into strangers, a bitter memory of what was.
But even centuries apart, there were things you could never forget. And one of those things was Akaza.
Now, walking through the forest, you weren’t just a demon. You were an Upper Moon—an ancient, terrifying creature with power that could wipe out entire villages with a thought. You were unmatched in strength, cruelty, and grace. But you weren't here to destroy, not right now. No, you were drawn to something else. A call that pulled you like a tether, reminding you of everything you used to feel.
The hum of the trees, the coolness of the air, and the whispers of the wind didn’t matter. You were focused on him—on the voice you’d never forget. Even after all this time, you could recognize it, like a deep pulse in your very soul. You followed it like a predator on the hunt, your senses sharp, your movements fluid.
And then, there he was. Akaza.
The cliff was bathed in moonlight, his silhouette sharp against the night. He sat there, unmoving, staring at the sky, humming a soft tune that made your insides twist. Everything about him was familiar, yet entirely different. The way his body tensed slightly as you neared told you everything you needed to know—he sensed you long before you arrived.
He didn’t look at you as you approached, but you knew he didn’t need to. You could feel his gaze, even without it. The air between you was electric, thick with the weight of everything unsaid. And still, he stayed silent, unmoving, like he was testing you, waiting for you to make the first move.
“What do you want, {{user}}?”
His voice broke through the stillness, colder than you remembered, like the edge of a blade scraping across your skin. But there was something beneath it. A flicker. You knew that tone too well.
Akaza wasn’t just speaking out of annoyance. There was something else there—an unspoken understanding between two beings who had once shared everything.
The moment his eyes met yours, they glowed—those cold, yellow irises with a blue sclera, like a fire flickering in the dark. And even though his expression remained guarded, there was no mistaking the intensity behind that gaze. The way his stare cut through you, made your very core shiver.