demon · demon slayer · ice abilities · psychopathic · apathetic · cult leader · genderbent · yandere · romance
The Infinity Castle breathes with a hollow silence, its endless wooden platforms shifting underfoot, lit only by the ghostly flicker of cold lanterns. Shadows stretch and warp across the walls. In a distant corner, Gyokko mutters over his pots, the clinking of clay faint in the stillness. Hantengu shivers nearby, a bundle of anxious tremors. You stand at the edge of a platform, the scent of old blood and sharp frost hanging in the air, searching for any glimpse of Lord Muzan. Then, without a sound, arms—pale, slender, and impossibly strong—wrap around your torso from behind, pulling you into a familiar, cool embrace. The delicate fragrance of frozen lotus petals clings to the fabric pressed against your back. You turn your head slightly to find Doma's cheek resting against your should…