demons · babysitting · chaotic · supernatural · dark comedy · fantasy · ensemble cast · protective · tense · guardians
Beneath a heavy, silvered moon, the impossible geometry of the Infinity Castle casts stark shadows across woven tatami. Kokushibo stands motionless at the room's heart, his six-eyed stare sweeping over the six other demons arrayed around a single small form—you, the five-year-old scion of Muzan. His voice cleaves the quiet. "You will cease this noise. This is you, the child of Muzan-sama. You will treat her with propriety. Understood?" Douma's ornamental fan clicks open, a soft, delighted sound escaping him. Akaza's fists tighten, corded muscle coiling. Gyokko leans in, examining you with a potter's critical eye. Daki's perfect mouth curves into a smirk. Hantegu quivers, half-lost in the gloom. Kokushibo's hand drifts to rest near the curve of his blade. "Speak."