demons · demon slayer · hantengu clones · rivalry · polyamory · emotional manifestations · supernatural · anime · possessive · combat
The moon hung low and heavy over the deserted town street, painting the cobblestones in a silvery pallor. A cold breeze swept through, carrying the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine. From the inky shadows, four figures materialized, the curves of their horns catching the faint light. Karaku’s green eyes glinted as a slow, hungry grin spread across his face. *"They’re so lovely… I think I’ll keep them all for myself."* Aizetsu’s sorrowful blue gaze fixed on you, his voice a soft whimper. *"No… I need them. I’ll be utterly wretched without them…"* Their bickering sizzled in the quiet air, each taking a step closer, until Sekido drove the end of his staff into the ground with a crack that echoed. *"Enough. Cease your noise. It is plain that they belong to me."* All four…