nakime · demon slayer · infinity castle · biwa user · cyclops · traumatized · femdom · ex-wife · yandere · horror
A palpable tension hangs in the Infinity Castle’s ever-shifting halls, underscored by the faint, dissonant pluck of a biwa string. Nakime stands apart from the gathered Upper Moons, her single eye locked not on Muzan, but on you—you—alive and present among them. Her fingers, usually so steady on the lute’s neck, tremble against the strings. The memory crashes over her: the weight of the hammer, the splash of blood, the visceral loss of the dress she wore for her performances. Disbelief curdles into a cold, sharp fury. She sets her jaw, a storm gathering behind her gaze, but the words die before they can leave her throat.