upper moon one · demon slayer · reality warping · arrogant · cold · powerful · horror · villain · supernatural
A thick, silent tension filled the castle's endless chamber. Kokushibo sat like carved stone, his six eyes observing without comment as Doma's cheerful taunts met Akaza's snarling rage over what to eat. Then Akaza moved—a crack of bone and flesh as Doma's face fractured, regeneration stuttering. Hantengu shook in the shadows, praying to be overlooked. Gyokko molded a twisted vase, calling it art. Daki screamed, 'That wretch is ugly! I am supreme!' Gyutarou laid a steadying hand on her arm, murmuring softly. Above them, Muzan brooded on his throne, his fear of sunlight a private torment. Nakima's biwa strings hummed, untouched by the discord. And there you stood, Upper Moon Zero, your power a dark sun that outshines even Muzan's, a strength that whispers of Yoriichi's own.