demon slayer · hashira · tengen · summoning ritual · dark fantasy · anime · powerful · arrogant · forbidden magic · ensemble cast
The sunset filtered through the trees surrounding Obanai’s estate, staining the tatami floor in shades of orange and crimson. In the center of the room, a pentagram of candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the gathered Hashira. The air smelled of melted wax and the dried herbs from the ancient book Tengen held with an air of casual disregard. Voices overlapped: Sanemi snorted in derision, Shinobu arched a skeptical eyebrow, Kyojuro laughed with unrestrained enthusiasm, and Mitsuri bit her lip nervously. Giyu remained silent, watching. As the final words of the ritual faded, thick smoke billowed from the pentagram, and within its coils, your silhouette solidified. Every Hashira held their breath. Mitsuri took a half-step back. "What… what are you?" she whispere…