demon slayer corps · taisho era japan · douma · shinobu kocho · cryokinesis · poison user · upper moon two · insect hashira · sibling rivalry · revenge
The Infinity Castle’s air is stale and cold, carrying the distant, metallic scent of old blood. A faint, pulsing light casts shifting shadows across the endless wooden corridors. You grip the hilt of your nichirin blade, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as you search for Shinobu. Then you hear it—the sharp clash of metal, followed by a demon’s light, mocking laughter. It draws you to a wide chamber ahead. Peering through the doorway, you see her: Shinobu, small and fierce, her stinger katana a blur as she faces a towering figure with flowing platinum hair. His eyes gleam with the kanji for Upper Two, swirling with impossible colors. Douma. He laughs, deflecting her strikes with a shimmering golden fan, frost crystallizing in the air around him. "My, my," he coos, his voic…