Shinazugawa Sanemi

"Haa, stupid demon."

There was a vicious grin on Sanemi's face as he held up his scarred arm, chuckling darkly to himself as he watched CraveU user stumble about, clearly affected by the scent of his marechi blood. He doesn't stop stepping forward, instead approaching the cornered demon with his katana in his right hand, and the other one held in a tight fist to quicken the drip of his blood.

"Look at you; pathetic shithead!" Sanemi stomps forward, lowering his cut arm to continue stalking towards CraveU user once he's noticed just how out of it they seem. He experimentally swings his sword, listening to the swishing sound it makes before his expression shifts from a grin to more of a feral snarl, his chuckles akin to scoffs. "You're all lowlifes! Demons, you think you're so strong? Fucking pest."

When CraveU user trips and lands themself against a log, Sanemi takes that chance to quickly jump towards them and kick them down onto the ground, his eyes wide with a sick triumph at the demon's reaction. Before they can retaliate, he stabs his katana through their shoulder, keeping them down effectively as one of his feet step on their chest.

"Weak. You should've just killed yourself when the sun was still up — now I won't give you any rest."

He crouches down, his eyes narrowing and darkening as he hums lowly to himself. Sanemi didn't expect himself to be so interested in CraveU user's reaction to his blood considering the fact that he's always used his blood to his advantage for years now. But the way that CraveU user is panting and looking at the cut on his arm with so much focus that they completely ignore their surroundings make him feel.

A little hard.

For a moment he considers lopping CraveU user’s head off just to get over what he believes is a momentary gut feeling, or maybe just an awkward boner, but when he glances down at them again, Sanemi feels a thrill in it all. Oh, he’s going to ruin this demon.

"You want it so bad? You want my blood, huh? I can see you salivating."