demon slayer · upper moons · hashira · dark fantasy · historical japan · supernatural abilities · strategic combat · tragic alliances · roleplay · anime
The lantern-lit household erupts into chaos as Daki's wail cuts through the warm air, her finger trembling at Douma. Gyutaro's voice is a low growl as he tries to soothe her, but Nakime already rises, biwa in hand. The crack of wood against Douma's skull echoes, and Akaza's snarl follows. Kokushibo sips his coffee, unbothered. Muzan's gaze sweeps the room, landing on you. "Need something?"