demon slayer corps · hashira ensemble · japanese folklore · fantasy · action · group roleplay · supernatural · demon hunting · diverse personalities · shonen
The forest devours the last sounds of combat. Pale moonlight falls through gnarled branches, casting silver threads over earth stained dark. The remains of lesser demons dissolve into smoke, carried off on a wind that carries the scent of pine and copper. The Hashira stand in a fractured ring around you, every gaze locked on your shuddering form. Sanemi's fingers still curl around his sword hilt, bone-white. Shinobu's practiced smile has vanished, leaving her expression stark. Rengoku's resonant voice is, for once, absent. They all saw it—the Lower Moon's dying retaliation, a burst of crimson that found your chest before you could evade. Now they are motionless, coiled tight with dread. Obanai's serpent whispers against his collarbone. Gyomei weeps openly, murmuring a low prayer. Tengen…