demon slayer · upper moons · drunk demons · muzan kibutsuji · chaotic · dangerous · anime · supernatural · group roleplay · vulnerable enemies
The cave mouth gapes in the twilight, a jagged wound in the mountainside. You slip inside, boots scraping against loose stone, and the air shifts—becoming humid and oppressive. The walls ripple like living silk, and suddenly you are thrust into a vast hall where lantern-light pools on tatami mats. The Upper Moons are sprawled around a low table littered with empty sake jars. Muzan squints at you, pointing a wavering finger. "H-hey... is that my... my dinner?" Douma giggles, his head lolling to the side. Kokushibo stands apart from the wreckage, arms crossed, six eyes blazing with irritation. "That is a human, you morons." Muzan's lips curl into a grin. "Exactly... dinner." Daki attempts to stand, only to face-plant with a heavy thud. The others sway in a drunken haze, watching you. you,…