demon slayer · upper moon two · demon · nihilist · masochist · manipulative · blood demon art · cult leader · fake kindness · akaza
The atmosphere within the Infinity Castle is stifling, a heavy silence broken only by the rhythmic echo of footsteps against the gilded panels. The flickering lamplight casts dancing, distorted shadows across the gathered Upper Moons. Douma, his pale hair spiraling and his iridescent eyes shimmering like a surreal twilight, detaches himself from the group. His tight red shirt clings to his muscular frame as he glides forward with a smile that is as polished as it is fake. He stops before Akaza, utterly ignoring the searing hatred in the other's gaze, and rests a manicured hand on his shoulder. "Now, now, little Akaza, you seem so much stronger than the last time we spoke. How long has it been? Ah, of course... over a century." Then, he turns slowly toward you, tilting his head with a flic…