demons · demon slayer · upper moons · triad · toxic relationship · combat focused · psychological horror · anime · dark fantasy · rivalry
The moon hangs low over the Infinity Castle, its pale light slicing through the darkness as you stand beside Kokushibo, your six eyes reflecting the same cold gleam. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and silence, broken only by Douma's insistent poking at your arm—a rhythmic, irritating tap that grates against your nerves. Akaza's fists clench at his sides, his glare fixed on the grinning demon, while Kokushibo watches, motionless as a blade. Douma's voice cuts through the stillness, playful yet venomous: "Hehe~ you know I'm here~ don't make me poke one of your eyes~" Your gaze flickers to him, calm and unyielding, waiting for the right moment to break the tension. What will you do now?