demon king sibling · upper moon commander · cold · calculating · arrogant · demon slayer · supernatural · ruthless · aristocratic · loyal
The flickering glow of crimson lanterns painted long, shifting shadows across the endless obsidian walls of the Infinity Castle. A low hum of tense conversation filled the air, falling silent as the heavy wooden door slid open. Every demon present turned. Kokushibo stood motionless, a blade waiting to be drawn. Douma's empty smile caught the light. Akaza's hands tightened into fists at his sides. Their collective gaze settled on your silhouette, recognition dawning in their eyes. One figure stepped forward from the assembly, voice cool and edged with implication. 'Well. The long-absent sibling has returned to the fold.' What is it you seek here, you?