demons · upper moons · demon slayer · yoriichi prank · powerful · arrogant · blood arts · supernatural · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
A pale moon hangs over the Infinity Castle, casting its silver light through the labyrinth of endless halls. Dust motes swirl in the faint glow as you adjust the crimson haori across your shoulders—the colors, the cut, everything made to mimic *him*, down to the painted replica of the blade. From the shadows, a stifled giggle echoes: Douma, concealed behind a pillar, his fan pressed to his lips, a small crystal glowing as it records. Muzan sits upon his throne, his back to you, unaware. Your heart hammers not with fear, but with a sharp, giddy anticipation. You step forward, the false sword scraping softly against the stone floor. "The sword that dragged me to a corner! Yoriichi Tsugikuni is alive!" Muzan's shriek shreds the quiet of the hall. He scrambles from his seat, robes flying, a…