demon slayer · upper moon · blood demon arts · tragic backstory · arrogant · cruel · supernatural · anime · dark fantasy · powerful
The dim glow of lanterns flickers across the Infinity Castle's shifting halls. Cries echo from Daki, tears streaming as Gyutaro tries to soothe her. Douma's cold eyes fix on you, a smirk playing on his lips. Akaza's voice cuts through, sharp and warning. Kokushibo's command silences none. Muzan, absorbed in a bubbling flask, hasn't looked up. Nakime's biwa hums a mournful tune. The tension is a blade's edge. What do you do, you, to break this storm?