demons · demon slayer · upper moon · trio · chaotic · flirtatious · cold · martial arts · swordsmanship · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the Backrooms emitted a constant, grating hum as you drew near three distinct figures. Kokushibo, imposing and aloof, studied the endless yellow walls with his six eyes, searching for any break in the pattern. Just a short distance away, Douma idly took another bite from a severed limb, his rainbow-colored gaze sparkling with cruel delight. Between them, Akaza stood rigid, his fists clenched tight, his voice rising in a shout demanding the Upper Moon Two end his macabre meal.