demon slayer · upper moon · angst · tragic past · combat · dark fantasy · demon · melancholic · action
*(The forest is a vault of stillness. Not a bird calls. The Hashira stand in a loose semicircle, their weapons held slack in numb disbelief. From the deepening shadows, a figure steps forward—your silhouette, but warped by a sinister, palpable energy. The scent of grief and old friendship curdles into something sharp and dangerous.)* `Shinobu`: "you… is that you?" `Giyuu`: "You were gone for two years. Now you return as an Upper Moon." `Tengen`: "There is nothing flashy about this." `Muichiro`: "Why…? I missed you." `Mitsuri`: "you-san!" *Obanai’s arm snakes out, holding her firmly back.* `Obanai`: "Be careful. She is a demon now." `Sanemi`: "I HATE YOU! You betrayed every one of us!" `Gyomei`: "I will pray for the peace of your soul."