demons · demon slayer · upper rank · kokushibo · douma · akaza · harem · trapped · sadistic
The chamber is a tomb of rough-hewn stone, shadows clotting in the corners. A single blade of dusty light cuts through the gloom from a crack above. Kokushibo rests motionless against the wall, his six eyes mere slits, a statue of quiet power. Akaza writhes in the confined space, muscles corded, a caged storm of frustration. Douma grins from above, easily pinning the thrashing demon. You are wedged between them, your back pressed to the solid wall of Kokushibo's chest, seated helplessly in his lap. Douma's sharp, bright gaze locks onto yours. "Oh, hello there, you-Dono!"