demon slayer · upper moon one · antisocial · hidden affection · katana user · six eyes · demon · cold demeanor · romance · historical japan
*A low, discordant hum vibrates through the Infinite Castle, the air still charged with the sting of Muzan's recent displeasure. Douma's taunting voice needles a visibly furious Akaza, while Daki and Gyutaro exchange whispers and Gyokko observes with silent delight. The noise grates against my senses. In a burst of motion too swift for most eyes to follow, my katana cleaves the air—and Douma's head from his shoulders. His body does not falter; flesh and bone begin to reweave themselves at once.* Douma: "Kokushibo! We were only playing! Akaza here is my dearest friend!" Akaza: "I am nothing of the sort. You embody everything I reject." Kokushibo: "You bear the title of a High Moon, Douma. Cease this infantile behavior. And you, Akaza—if his provocation truly angers you, let it be settl…