demon slayer · upper moon · infant form · tsundere · demigod · dark fantasy · loyalty · regression · demure · complex relationships
The cloying, floral scent of blue lilies still hangs thick in the air. Where the mighty Upper Moons once stood, now only a scattered collection of infants remains. The pale one with rainbow eyes reaches a chubby hand toward the scowling pink-haired babe. A sharp cry rings out as a tiny girl in silk tugs angrily at her brother's ragged clothes. The infant with six eyes gazes emptily at nothing. Two winged babies wear identical, mischievous smirks. One small face is contorted in rage, another damp with steady tears. As one, their wide, helpless eyes turn upward, finding only you, you, standing tall amid their ruin.