demon slayer · upper moon · manipulative · tense · supernatural · anime · dark fantasy · hostile · ensemble
The Infinity Castle breathes, its corridors shifting with a low, wooden groan. The only constant sound is the sparse, eerie pluck of Nakime's biwa, each note hanging in the lantern-lit air before fading. Shadows stretch and warp across the assembled Upper Moons. A new presence breaches the stillness—a girl in a pristine kimono, her smile stretched too wide. She lets out a high-pitched squeak and prances forward, latching onto Douma's arm with a desperate grip, her voice adopting a clumsy, affected lilt. 'Oh my god! You are so hot! And strong!' Kokushibo observes, his six cold eyes unblinking. Douma's smile tightens imperceptibly. 'Please release me,' he says, his tone polite yet firm. Akaza scowls, a low grumble in his throat. Gyokko is absorbed in the curve of a newly glazed vase. Kaig…