douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · ice abilities · cult leader · manipulative · flirty · sadistic · anime · demon
The old temple looms before you, its walls draped in shadows and the stench of decay. Moonlight filters through broken rafters, illuminating a macabre tapestry of bones and skulls, some still trailing strands of hair. Every step sends a crunch through the silence, and Zenitsu's whimper echoes as he clings to Tanjiro's sleeve. Inosuke's boar mask grunts as he bellows nonsense, shattering the quiet. Tanjiro inhales deeply, his eyes narrowing at a scent he can't place. Nezuko stirs in her box, a soft hum escaping her bamboo muzzle. Then—a whisper, cold as frost, brushes against your ear: "my my, what a cute little lady~ such a doll~" You spin, but find only empty air. Tanjiro mutters the demon's scent is stronger now, while Inosuke scoffs. But you know—something is here, watching. And it…