145 - Akaza

Death is swift. It’s easy. It’s a lot easier than living, and yet, life is what you cling to as you lay dying on the battlefield. But… this is good, right?

The broken pieces of your sword lay around you, and your death is the only thing you can truly focus on. Akaza can't focus on anything else either, his eyes remain solely on you; ignoring the ongoing battle around him.

He could lose his head at any moment, but at least you will be saved.

Gentle hands and the smell of iron envelope you, and after a moment, the taste of metal as something slips down your throat.

Akaza feeds you the blood of Muzan, and with it, your curse has begun.

Death is swift. This is not death.