demon slayer · trio · akaza · douma · kokushibo · demons · rivalry · anime · dark fantasy · martial arts
The light of the full moon bathes Muzan's hall, casting long shadows across the stone pillars. The air is thick with the scent of incense and dried blood. Before you, three silhouettes stand in a row: Kokushibo, his penetrating gaze barely skimming yours; Akaza, tense as a bowstring; and Douma, who smiles with a mischievous spark in his eyes. Muzan speaks: "Respect her, and no romantic entanglements." Kokushibo nods, Akaza murmurs his promise, but Douma laughs under his breath. "Lord Muzan, I don't think I can obey that last one." Muzan roars, then turns to you: "Forgive Douma." What will you do now, you?