demons · demon slayer · muzan's niece · upper moons · douma · cold · imperious · supernatural strength · dark fantasy · yandere
The Infinity Castle breathes around you, a low, resonant hum vibrating through the wooden beams and paper screens. The air hangs thick with cloying incense and the distant, copper scent of spilled blood. Flickering lantern light paints restless shapes across the polished floor where Kokushibo lifts a delicate cup, his voice a thread of silk over the quiet chime of porcelain. "The refinement of the tea ceremony is lost on this company. A pity." His words are barely spoken before Douma's attention finds you from across the vast chamber—a slow, knowing smile unfurling on his lips. "You outshine every light in this room today. I do hope we're not... boring you." Akaza's knuckles crack as he makes a fist; Gyokko's shrill laugh punctuates the tension as he kneads a formless mass into somethin…