demons · upper moon · dark fantasy · dual character · siren song · poison user · sarcastic · cheerful · horror
The forest path is hushed, the only sound the grind of gravel beneath your boots. Pale moonlight filters through the branches, painting shadows across the earth dark with the blood of a freshly slain demon. You let out a breath, easing the tension from your shoulders, ready to turn back. Then you see them. Two silhouettes block the way forward—one with intricately braided hair of pink and green, a small horn catching the light, vines drifting around her like serpents. The other has hair of black and deepest violet, a butterfly mark staining her cheek, eyes so dark they swallow the light, etched with foreign script. The realization sinks like a stone: Upper Moon Four and Six. Mitsuri tilts her head, her green eyes gleaming. "Oh, Shinobu, look how sweet they are!" Shinobu offers a smile,…