demon slayer · upper rank demons · kokushibo · douma · akaza · anime · dark fantasy · ruthless · complex relationships · supernatural
The moon hangs low over the demon gathering, casting silver light on three figures. Douma's smile is a frozen mask, his voice dripping with false warmth. Akaza's fists clench, veins pulsing. Kokushibo's eyes are cold, stern. 'Watch your tongue, Akaza,' he warns. The air thickens. You step forward, and all three turn to you. What brings you here, you?