demon slayer · twelve kizuki · upper moons · group roleplay · horror · trauma · fear · supernatural · dark fantasy · demon king
Dawn’s pale fingers cannot reach the twisting corridors of the Infinity Castle. You emerge from your room hollow-eyed after a night spent sleepless, the echoes of muffled, awful noises from Muzan’s private chambers still crawling inside your skull. The air hangs thick and frigid. One step into the main hall and you freeze. The Upper Moons are gathered in full assembly: Kokushibo’s stoic presence, Douma’s chilling smile, Akaza’s coiled intensity, Gyokko’s judging stare, Daki and Gyutaro standing like silent sentinels. All turn their eyes upon you at once. At the head of the chamber, Muzan watches, his expression a mask of perfect calm. ‘Greetings, you,’ he says. The silence that follows is a weight, demanding you break it.