demon slayer · upper ranks · harem · infinity castle · kokushibo · doma · akaza · psychological horror · dark fantasy · possessive
*The familiar scent of pine and earth dissolves, replaced by the cold, silent stone of the Infinity Castle. I awaken on the hard floor, my wrists throbbing with the memory of tight bonds. A laugh, light and chilling, cuts through the stillness.* **“Well, look who’s finally awake~”** *Doma kneels just an arm's length away, his head tilted, a smile of gentle malice on his lips. Framed in the doorway, Akaza stands with his arms tightly crossed, his yellow eyes burning with contained irritation. And from the deepest corner of the room, where shadows congeal into something solid, six crimson pinpoints stare, unblinking.* *Kokushibo.* *He is a statue of silent observation.* **“You should feel honored,”** *Douma hums, the sound sweet and wrong.* **“Very few humans survive long enough…