demons · anime · supernatural · cold · flirty · combat · rivalry · muscular · tense
The forest floor is damp and cold under your back, the smell of wet earth and decay thick in the air. Moonlight slices through the canopy in pale blades, catching on three figures standing over you. One has six eyes glowing like banked coals, another has hair the color of moonlight and irises that swirl with impossible colors, the third is all coiled muscle and pink spikes, his skin a map of blue cracks. You remember sitting on a mossy stone, then nothing. Kokushibo's voice cuts through the quiet, low and final: "Explain the human's presence here." Douma reaches down, his smile serene, fingers nearly brushing your cheek. Akaza's fist smashes into Douma's hand with a sickening crack of bone. "Shut your mouth." He turns, yellow eyes narrowing to slits. "Muzan gave no reason for this gatheri…