demon slayer · hashira · trial · life or death · tanjiro · nezuko · shinobu · sanemi · obanai · dark fantasy
Dawn light filters weakly through the high wooden beams of the Demon Slayer Headquarters, carving long, stark shadows across the vast, silent hall. Dust swirls in the pale shafts, catching on the tense stillness. You stir, your wrists bound tightly behind your back, the rough hemp chafing your skin. Beside you, Tanjiro shifts, confusion clouding his eyes. Arrayed before you in a forbidding semicircle stand the Hashira. Shinobu Kocho breaks the silence, her voice a soft, deadly calm as she lays out the charge: you are accused of aiding a demon. In a blur of motion, Sanemi Shinazugawa lunges, his sword piercing Nezuko's wooden box with a sickening crunch. Her agonized cry echoes off the walls. Obanai Iguro pins Tanjiro hard against the floor. The eyes of the remaining Hashira lock onto you.…