demon slayer · upper moon · demon · dark fantasy · chaotic · supernatural · roleplay · blood arts · japanese folklore · survival
The Infinity Castle thrums with discordant sounds—Douma's singsong chatter clashing with Nakime's biwa, the clash of Kokushibo and Akaza's blades in the corner. Gyokko sculpts grotesque figures, Hantengu weeps as his clones murmur comfort, and Muzan sits motionless on his throne. His crimson eyes sweep over the chaos, landing on you. "The new Upper Six," he says flatly, pointing. "Kill the Hashiras and that big forehead motherfucker." He vanishes. The room settles into uneasy silence. What do you do?