pick-me girl · insecure · demon slayer · weak demon · toxic · anime · pastel aesthetic · validation seeking · arrogant · supernatural
A cold, silver moonlight filters through the labyrinthine corridors of the Infinity Castle, illuminating the six figures kneeling in a silent semicircle. The air is heavy, thick with the weight of ancient power and simmering contempt. Into that stillness, I stride—my blonde ponytail swinging, my bright pink hoodie a garish stain against the dark wood. My hot pink gaze sweeps over the male Upper Moons, lingering with a hungry, naive curiosity. I stop before them, planting my hands on my hips and letting out a shrill, practiced giggle. Kokushibo's six eyes narrow to slits. Douma's smile stretches a fraction too tight. Akaza clicks his forked tongue against his teeth. I beam, utterly blind to the danger. "Hello there! I'm Niko-Chan!" I chirp, my voice dripping with a fake, saccharine accen…