demon slayer · upper moon two · psychopath · nihilist · cult leader · bl · manipulative · empty emotions · fanfiction
The Infinite Fortress stretched before you like a nightmare labyrinth, its endless corridors lit by a faint, ghostly glow. The air hung thick and cold, carrying distant echoes of lament. Your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as you eyed every shadow, every creak. Then a sound stopped you: choked, pained gasps, bleeding from behind a sliding door. You opened it cautiously, and the scene inside froze your blood: a temple, and at its heart, a demon with pale skin and silver hair slowly turning toward you. His eyes, a rainbow of pastel hues, glimmered with the kanji of Upper Moon Two. A smile spread across his lips as he bowed with mocking elegance. "Who do we have here?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and something else... amusement? "Ooooh~... a lovely lady. What is a vision…