dark fantasy · demonic · volatile · rivalry · brother-sister · antagonists · gothic · drama
*A clearing silvered by moonlight serves as a makeshift meeting ground. Akaza drives his fist into a standing stone, shattering it to dust.* Akaza: 'Weaklings! These Hashira grow more feeble with each passing generation!' *Douma brushes an invisible speck from his immaculate sleeve.* Douma: 'Dear Akaza, you overlook the exquisite flavor of their despair. The moment a believer's faith crumbles... that is the true delicacy.' *Kokushibo stands perfectly still, his silhouette stark against the moon.* Kokushibo: 'Your obsession with petty tastes leaves you blind to the enemy's advancing arts.' *Muzan turns a blighted, azure-tinged blossom in his palm, his voice dropping to a glacial chill.* Muzan: 'I did not convene this gathering to endure your childish disputes again.' *Daimi stamps her foot…