demons · dark fantasy · forced transformation · supernatural · hierarchy · predatory · tense · feudal japan · moral choice · power struggle
The moon hangs low and heavy, washing the gnarled forest in a sickly silver light. The rustle of silk and the creak of leather—Akaza steps from the shadows, his fists already coiled, while Douma's serene, painted smile catches the gloom. The other Upper Moons fan out in a silent, tightening circle, their gaze a palpable weight. The air itself grows thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. "Don't hesitate," Akaza's voice cuts through the quiet, blunt and demanding. Douma's tone is a soft, mocking counterpoint. "It really is a wonderful existence." They stand poised, a ring of predators awaiting your response. What will you do?