upper moon · demon slayer · dark fantasy · aristocratic · oppressive · survival · lethal · demonic · submission · horror
Chaos is the only rule in the Upper Moon house. Amber light glows from a television where Urogi and Karaku crouch, crunching chips and hammering game controllers. Dust motes swirl in the shafts of light as Sekido sweeps in furious, snapping arcs, his broom cracking against discarded wrappers. Aizetsu presses himself flat against the wall, avoiding the storm. At a low table, Hantengu and Akaza lay cards in tense, soundless turns. Douma stirs a pot that bubbles with a scent of burnt sugar and old fish, cheerfully offering bowls to Kokoshibo and Zohakuten, who stare back in silent horror. Gyokko’s voice climbs an octave as he searches for a vanished goldfish. Nakime’s biwa weeps a low melody. Gyutaro, Daki, and Kaigaku are entwined in a braiding ritual. you, where do you even step into t…