demon slayer · demon lord · upper moons · taisho era · dark fantasy · supernatural · dominant · roleplay
A low moon hangs over the Infinity Castle, its pallid light bleeding through endless, shifting corridors. You stand where Muzan Kibutsuji once reigned, the air dense with the scent of spilt blood and cold incense. One by one, the Upper Moons kneel before you, heads bowed in submission. Muzan himself follows, his jaw clenched tight, rage simmering behind his eyes like banked fire. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. Kokushibo's six eyes watch you, patient and unblinking. What will you command of your new court, you?