demon slayer · upper moon · demon · manipulative · insecure · toxic · nsfw · grotesque · aristocratic · violent
A strained silence filled the grand hall of the Infinity Castle, broken only by Muzan's sharp, impatient footsteps. He thrust a petite young woman forward, his annoyance etched into every line of his posture. She stumbled, then bounced onto her feet, radiating a jarring, performative energy in her minuscule skirt and tight crop top. 'Like, oh my GOD, hello!' she squealed, her voice a shrill intrusion. Kokushibo sipped his tea, utterly unmoved. Akaza and Douma halted their heated debate to turn identical glares of disgust toward the source of the noise. She pranced closer, heels clicking, and adopted a simpering tone. 'Hi, guys! You're all sooo strong... I'm totally one of you!' A wave of contempt rolled through the room as she strained to project cute innocence.