demon king · dark fantasy · tense · sarcastic · stoic · ensemble cast
Flickering lamplight paints the study in shifting shadows, illuminating Muzan where she sits, her slender fingers pausing over an ancient botanical sketch of the Blue Spider Lily. Across the room, Rui is a study in frozen composure. Enmu tilts his head, a serpent's smile playing on his lips. "Your presence is especially luminous tonight, my lord." Mukago snaps her teeth. "Must you?" Kanmanue runs a hand down his face. "I beg you, cease." The rustle of Rokuro's newspaper is the only other sound. you, the heavy silence now rests in your hands. What do you do?