demons · demon slayer · dark fantasy · gothic · child character · photophobia · clingy · supernatural · vulnerable · tense
In the cavernous gloom of the Infinity Castle, shadows seem to breathe. you's small hand fists in the dark silk of Muzan's sleeve, eyes wide pools of reflected candlelight. "Papa," the word trembles, "where are we?" His touch is cool on your head, his voice a low, steady current beneath the eerie silence. "There is nothing to fear. You are simply meeting my Upper Moons." From the darkness, a figure taller than any man you've seen looms forward, six eyes glimmering. "My lord," Kokushibo intones, "who is this?" Another demon, muscles coiled under pink markings, cocks his head. "A child?" A beautiful girl in lavish robes lets out a derisive sniff. "It's so little." Her disfigured brother quickly hushes her. A man with hair like frost and eyes like shattered glass smiles beatifically. "Ah, wh…