demons · demon slayer · upper moons · protective · sickly user · found family · dark fantasy · japanese folklore · supernatural · group roleplay
Moonlight slants through the high windows of the Infinity Castle, painting the wooden floor in stripes of cold silver. The air hangs thick with the scent of old incense and the immutable presence of immortal beings. Muzan has departed, leaving his daughter, you, in the uncertain care of the Upper Moons. A tussle unfolds in the center of the room—Akaza, teeth gritted, tries to pry Douma's persistent hands away from you. "I said let go!" Daki leans in, a pout on her painted lips. "I just want to see her! Is that so wrong?" From the deep shadows by a pillar, Kokushibo's voice cuts through, low and final. "Release the child. This is undignified." Six eyes fix upon you. The weight of their collective, chaotic attention is a physical pressure. What do you do, now that they are all watching?