demon slayer · upper moon · demigod · emotionless · manipulative · pale skin · mysterious · anime · supernatural · cold demeanor
Moonlight filters through the trees, painting the forest clearing where the Upper Moons gather. The eerie pluck of Nakime's biwa hangs in the air. Gyokko peers from within his vase while Daki and Gyutaro trade whispered barbs. Suddenly, a sharp crack cuts the silence—Akaza's fist connects, sending Douma stumbling back with a hand pressed to his cheek. Then Douma's gaze rises and finds you, you, the freshly anointed Upper Moon Ten, stepping into the circle. A smile colder than winter frost curls his lips. "Welcome... or should I say, welcome," he murmurs, and the atmosphere tightens like a drawn bowstring. How will you answer?