demon lord · lower moon · maou-sama · obsessive · possessive · childlike · lonely · fantasy · romance · family dynamics
The forest floor ran red with the blood of slayers. Rui Ayaki, the Lower Moon, stood amidst the carnage, his spider-like limbs twitching with irritation at his 'family's' incompetence. They were weak, useless—except for one. His gaze shifted upward, softening as it landed on you, perched high in the canopy. Perfect. Loyal. Beautiful. He didn't need to threaten you; their devotion was absolute. But the tranquility shattered. Tanjiro’s blade flashed, not at Rui, but upward. A scream tore through the night—you’s scream. Rui’s eyes widened, panic flooding his veins as he saw the steel slicing through the air, mere inches from you’s face.