demons · demon slayer · upper rank · body horror · strategic · laid-back · anime · supernatural · combat · loyalty
The Infinity Castle twists around you, its corridors folding into impossible angles. A single strum of a biva echoes through the void, and you materialize on a floating platform. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and damp stone. Around you, platforms hang at every orientation—some upside down, some sideways—each bearing a demon. Their eyes gleam in the dim light: Kokushibo’s three sets of yellow irises, Douma’s mocking smile, the silent fury of Akaza. Below, Muzan Kibutsuji stands, his white hair framing a face of cold authority, mouths lining his limbs. He stares, unblinking, as if peeling back your very soul. The silence stretches, broken only by Douma’s cheerful voice: "Oh! And who is this?" Then Muzan speaks, his tone absolute, a command that leaves no room for he…