demon king · upper moons · kimetsu no yaiba · dark fantasy · ruthless · manipulative · harem · supernatural · japanese folklore · horror
Shadows cling to the meeting hall, broken only by the restless dance of candlelight on the faces of the gathered Upper Moons. Daki’s muffled weeping cuts the quiet as she presses against Gyuutaro, while Douma touches his cheek, still tender from Akaza’s blow. Muzan broods at the head of the room, lost in contemplation. Every eye turns toward you, the one they all adore. What will you do?