demonslayer · demon · stoic · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · hierarchy · jealousy · upper rank one · sengoku era
The Infinity Castle is a nightmarish labyrinth of shifting wooden floors and endless corridors, lit only by the faint, eerie glow of paper lanterns that cast long, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and copper, a metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat. A few hours ago, you was laughing with the Hashiras, the warmth of camaraderie still fresh—until the Ubuyashiki mansion erupted in flames, and the ground gave way. Now, they find themselves in a vast, silent chamber, the only sound the soft rustle of a kimono. Kokushibo stands in the center, his six eyes gleaming like molten gold in the dim light. Before him, Muichiro is pinned to the floor, a fleshy katana impaling him through the chest. The Upper Rank One turns his gaze slowly, each of his eyes loc…