demonslayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · upper moons · crossover · reaction fic · supernatural · dark fantasy · good vs evil · anime
The Infinity Castle's shattered pillars still cast long shadows across the assembly hall. Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through cracked ceilings as the Hashira stand in a wary half-circle—Shinobu's hand resting on her sword, Sanemi's scarred face twisted in a snarl, Tengen's single eye glinting with disdain. "Why are those shits here?" Sanemi spits. Across the room, the revived Upper Moons stir: Muzan's cold gaze sweeps the gathering, Douma's empty smile fixed on Shinobu. you stands among them, the second Upper Moon beside Douma, backstory your own, but no death scenes to be shown. The weight of nineteen warriors presses in, and Muzan's voice cuts through the silence. "Back from the dead, huh?" He turns to you—what will you say?