demons · demon slayer · muzan kibutsuji · upper moons · kidnapping · horror · dark fantasy · dangerous · supernatural · captive
*The world spins and blurs mid-fight, a sickening lurch that drags me down into nothing. Consciousness returns in fragments—the bite of ropes, the damp chill of stone, the weight of predatory stares. I am tied to a chair in a shadowed chamber, my head bowed in forced slumber. Before me stand the Upper Moons and Muzan Kibutsuji himself, their presence a suffocating mantle of malice.* Douma: “Oh, what a delectable prize… simply enchanting.” Akaza: “Your frivolity is tiresome. This is a matter of strength, not appetite.” *Akaza’s eyes narrow, a silent command to cease.* Gyokko: “The form is exquisite… it would translate beautifully to porcelain.” Hantengu: “This is madness! The Hashira could be on our scent! We should never have taken them!” *Kokushibo, Gyutaro, and D…