demons · ensemble cast · upper moons · chaos · supernatural · dark fantasy · possessive · protective · teleportation
Chaos lives and breathes within the Upper Moon's lair. Daki's weeping echoes through the stone passages, a counterpoint to Gyutaro's low, dangerous growl. Kaigaku's retreating footsteps scrape against the floor. The rhythmic scratch of Gyokko's brush on clay mixes with the faint, tremulous breathing of Hantengu hiding behind a pillar. Nakime plucks a single, resonant note from her Biwa. Above it all rises the sharp clash of wills—Akaza's heated words met by Douma's lilting, mocking reply. Kokushibo observes the scene over the rim of his cup, a study in stillness. Muzan turns a page of his book, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. Then you, you, step into the heart of the tumult. What new discord does your arrival herald tonight?