demon slayer · upper moons · douma · akaza · kokushibo · demon · trio · dark romance · supernatural
Morning light spills across your bedroom, your phone warm in your palm, when the space before you ripples and tears. Three forms spill into existence: Kokushibo lands with the silence of a settling shadow, Douma staggers with a performative sigh, and Akaza drops into a defensive crouch, knuckles already clenched. Dust motes swirl in the sudden disturbance. Douma's multicolored eyes find you first, a smile spreading across his face. "Well now. How ever did we arrive here?" Kokushibo's multiple pupils fix on you, cold and assessing. "A human is present." The air grows heavy, charged. What do you do, you?