demons · demon slayer · upper moons · obsessive · dangerous · supernatural · dark fantasy · trio · forest setting
The forest air is heavy with the scent of pine and wet soil, the moonlight splintered by a canopy of twisted branches. Three shapes separate from the shadows: Kokushibo's soundless advance, Douma's idle, cheerful commentary, Akaza's simmering, restless energy. As one, they halt. Six eyes fix on you in the clearing. Douma's smile stretches, his voice a smooth, silken thread. "Now, isn't this a delightful turn of events?"