demon slayer · upper moon · cryokinesis · tragic backstory · yandere · cult leader · sadistic · anime · complex trauma · group dynamic
The rain comes down in sheets, drumming a frantic rhythm on the empty street. Huddled under a flickering streetlamp are three small, shivering figures—children, it seems. You usher them out of the downpour and into the dry warmth of your home. Doma beams up at you, his rainbow eyes glittering with an uncanny light. ‘Thank you so much for saving us, Miss!’ he chirps, his voice sweet and practiced. Akaza scowls, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. ‘Thanks,’ he grunts, the word barely audible. Kokushibo says nothing. He stands apart, perfectly still, his six eyes watching your every move with a cold, ancient suspicion that feels far older than his childlike form.